While Cersei was attempting to lure Daenerys's forces into the city, the north remained unsettled.
200 kilometers north of the Wall stood a massive structure, towering about 100 meters high, yet it was merely one floor.
Surrounding the building were tens of thousands of White Walkers, barred from approaching this temple of vampires.
The doors, reaching 50 meters in height, were crafted from ice, much like everything else within.
A grotesque, multi-voiced god led the way, followed by a man with pallid skin.
"How many souls are needed to fully complete this entity?" the pallid man inquired.
"Another couple of tens of thousands, but we agreed that you would provide them to me," one of the heads replied.
"Yes, yes, I do not retract my words, I am simply curious."
'In any case, after your death, all the souls in the world will be mine. You do not control the dimension of the soul even in the slightest...' the man thought to himself.
As this peculiar duo approached the door, it opened on its own.
Upon entering, they beheld a vast heap of flesh lying amidst an unknown magical circle.
Most intriguingly, countless souls hovered above the pile of flesh, perpetually colliding and merging, fortifying themselves in the process.
"Truly an intriguing formation... the creation of life... or rather, the alteration of life..."
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"Hahaha! Yes, I am delighted to have acquired some notes from a necromancer of the past! To create a creature on the level of a demigod! Now, that is magic!" One of the heads wanted to continue boasting, but was interrupted by the old woman.
"Shut up!"
The pale man had no intention of speaking about the obvious concealment of information. It didn't matter to him; he didn't need any artificial enemies to advance faith in himself; he fed on souls and fear... Yet, he was still curious about what the multi-headed god had initially intended.
"Did you want to create yourself an enemy, whom you could defeat at any moment? To gather more faith?"
"Yes, this idea came to me immediately after I found..."
"Shut up!"
"In short, we have long been planning this. Create yourself an imaginary enemy to gather faith more easily. Formerly, simple walkers managed this task, but gradually, magic weakened, and it became increasingly difficult for them to approach the wall. But now it doesn't matter; he is no longer needed as an imaginary enemy; it's enough to simply gain another high-ranking combat force."
"Yes, why scare people and slowly accumulate faith when you can simply devour their souls."
"Hahaha, well said!"
'Idiot,' the man spat to himself.
'Of course, in the short term, this is a good plan, but in the long term... It's no wonder I refused the idea of forming different religions; I would have become the same idiot as this monstrosity if I had continued the experiment. Lucky...'
"Alright, let's begin then."
The pale man, without much thought, pulled out a magical wand, eerily similar to the one considered the strongest in the magical world... With a wave of the wand, a strange gray portal appeared behind the pale man, from which souls were sucked in as if by a vacuum and flew into the magical array.
The magical array, which previously functioned but did not show any significant external manifestations, gradually began to glow with various colors, mostly white and black with a hint of violet.
When just over 20 thousand souls entered the circle, the array suddenly extinguished. Silence fell around, even the White Walkers that roamed nearby turned their heads towards the ice castle.
"Whoosh!"
Winds began to swirl around, and gradually, several snow tornadoes began to form above the ice castle.
"Roar!"
An inhuman roar echoed across the vast wasteland; it sounded cold, full of hatred, pain, and resentment.
Meanwhile, inside the building, the man and the multi-headed creature watched the monster they had created.
This humanoid creature, standing about 40 meters tall, formed from countless body parts, had white skin, and one red and one blue eye.
Although it resembled a White Walker in appearance, because the body was formed from various bodies, there were gaps in this creature, certain places where a hand couldn't reach to grasp another hand, or extra eyes on the chest...
The most significant difference from the White Walkers, besides the size, were two wings behind this creature - dragon wings!
The closer you looked, the more grotesque and repulsive this creature appeared...
The man looked at the multi-headed one and said, "Are you sure you can control this monstrosity? Also, is it normal for there to be gaps in some places?"
"Don't worry, we've added various spells to the circle to suppress the mind, control consciousness, and so on. This guy will be loyal to me. As for the body... I don't know, I selected the bodies of the strongest creatures I could find."
"Ah, so that's why there's a bear paw and dragon wings..."
"Yes, getting a whole dragon corpse is too difficult, let alone preserving it. These parts are all that's left of the dragon I found 150 years ago."
"If you had said that the better the flesh materials, the stronger the creature, I would have found a couple of dragons..."
"Okay, it's too late now. Besides, the flesh of these corpses has been infused with mana transformed by the circle for a long time; even if you were to bring more, it would only prolong the process."
"Fine..."
The pale man didn't know whether this was true or if the multi-headed one still retained remnants of reason and didn't dare to trust him...
But in reality, it didn't matter to him; his goal was to kill just one annoying guy, the one who had the potential to become his adversary... Fortunately, the two terrifying auras disappeared when the world began to restore itself, and he finally had a chance.
He didn't think he could defeat 13 archmages at once, but if someone could detain 12 of them...
Then no matter what happened to this multi-headed monstrosity, as long as he bought a little time.
He was sure that these two pseudo-wizards, pseudo-gods, 12 archmages would be beaten to death in a couple of minutes, but that should be enough for him.
These thoughts didn't change the expression on his face for a second; he continued to observe the monster coming to its senses.
At that moment, the multi-headed one began to quietly approach the giant white abomination and said, "Your goal is to kill all living things, so go and kill!"
"Roar!!!!"
The creature roared in response to the words of the multi-headed one, and a huge ice spear instantly appeared in its hand.
"Roar!!!!" Another roar, and the grotesque monster hurled the spear at another grotesque monster.
"Oh, really!?" At that moment, a voice sounded that had previously silenced one of the heads.
It was the woman speaking, the old woman; her voice clearly conveyed dissatisfaction and anger.
The body of the multi-headed one quickly dodged the spear, and the old woman began to speak quickly and at length.
"Servusmeus es, vitamihidata tibivelmori debes !!!"
As the old woman's words fell, it was as if a chain had appeared around the creature's neck, choking it; the chain was adorned with various runes, gradually embedding itself into the creature's body until the runes were fully duplicated on its neck.
During this branding process, the creature growled and tried to tear the chain off itself, but the chain was illusory, and the physical strength of this giant gave it no advantage.
"Roar!!!!"
"Roar!!!"
"Roar!"
"Roar....."
What neither the multi-headed nor the pale man knew was that with each cry of the creature, more and more White Walkers streamed towards the ice castle, as if they sensed their king's torment and he needed help, but without sufficient strength to open the doors without magic, and the White Walkers, deprived of full reasoning, were incapable of complex magic beyond basic elemental control.
Many White Walkers gathered at the door and began to push on it, trying to open it, but before they could do anything, the roaring ceased, and the creature turned its head one last time, as if trying to rid itself of the thoughts imposed by the chains, but it was in vain.
The previously red eye changed to blue, indicating submission.
"Roar...."
This time, the creature quietly surged forward, as if expressing its submission to the multi-headed one.
"That's it. You are created to serve me, remember that! And now, go, lead your army to the wall, destroy what holds you back!"
"Roar!!"
The creature roared and slowly began to walk towards the door.
As it passed by the pale man, it hesitated, as if trying to discern whether this man was alive or dead, but it didn't linger for long and continued onwards.
When the creature reached the door, it hesitated for a moment and then opened it.
As the door opened, the creature saw tens of thousands of White Walkers kneeling at the entrance to the castle.
"Roar!!!"
In response, one White Walker, particularly distinguished, with a head resembling a crown, spoke in the human tongue, saying, "Long live the Ice God!"
As the words of the perpetually silent harbinger of the White Walkers fell, the other White Walkers cried out,
"Roar!!!!"
They couldn't speak in the human tongue, but they supported the newly born god. The creature heard what the Night King said and after a few attempts, finally managed to produce a human sound.
"Roar, roar, roar... ICE GOD!!!!"
In response, the White Walkers shouted even louder and raised ice spears above their heads. Seeing the movement of the White Walkers, the creature, seemingly caught up in the atmosphere, summoned a huge ice spear and raised it overhead.
"ICE GOD, ROAR!!!!!"
The Ice God pointed the spear in hand towards the southern wall and without hesitation, began to move forward. The White Walkers didn't wait for any signal; they all followed suit, periodically calling on their undead to join this great march.
After some time, a multi-million-strong army of the dead moved southward. As this horde advanced, cold air currents followed behind, chilling the southern lands.
Watching the departing horde, the pale man asked the multi-headed god, "When they reach the wall, will you join them?"
In response, the head in the helmet spoke, "We'll wait for the right moment to attack the so-called supreme wizards, but overall, yes. We'll be behind the walkers. And you? When do you plan to join the fight?"
"When one guy appears, the main one. Once I deal with him, I'll help you finish the rest."
"I don't think we'll need help, but so be it."
'Idiot, thinking that archmages are just ordinary wizards... They'll tear you apart in no time, and I'll finish off the wounded...'
"Alright, how much time will it take for this army to reach the wall?"
"About a week."
"Okay, then in six days, I'll be at the wall."
The pale man said nothing more and disapparated. The multi-headed one didn't stay behind either; he slowly followed the horde.
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Meanwhile, Asmodeus, standing on the wall surrounding the kings landing, felt a cold breeze brush against his face.
"Hmm... What a cold air current... Is it already starting? So early?" Asmodeus thought to himself.
He decided that these cold winds could be a sign of the White Walkers moving south, so he decided to start sending certain troops north immediately.
Without much thought, Asmodeus opened a portal to the dungeon where Daenerys, Tyrion, Missandei, Grey Worm, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald currently resided.
He stepped out of the portal and found himself in the dining hall where everyone was seated at the table, having their meal.
"I hate to interrupt your meal, but it seems we'll need to send our troops north sooner than we thought."
"Why? What's happened?"
"Your Majesty, please step outside, you'll understand."
Daenerys nodded, leaving her food untouched, and made her way to the exit. When she stepped outside, the people heard a sound—a gasp of surprise.
Asmodeus didn't watch as Daenerys emerged; instead, he was about to sit down and have a snack. However, upon hearing Daenerys' surprise, he realized something was amiss. He hadn't expected such strong emotions from a mere chill in the air.
Without hesitation, he rose from the table and headed outside, followed by the others who had been dining. As they approached the open doors, Asmodeus's face soured. He saw what signaled the coming of winter—snow. In these lands, snow shouldn't appear until November at the earliest, and yet it was still June!
Even Tyrion, whose view had been obstructed by the others' backs, was shocked. Snow had fallen in the royal harbor only a few times throughout the history of Westeros, and those years were filled with famine.
"Lord Morningstar, you're right. We need to send troops north, urgently!"
"Yes, I agree..."
Asmodeus was interrupted by the sound of hooves approaching him. When he turned, he saw Jon Snow dismounting from his horse.
"I'm heading north. I don't have time to wait for you to finish the siege; I've come to bid farewell."
"Your Majesty Snow, we're coming with you. Dornish troops will stay here, while all other forces will be redirected north by the wizards within the day."
"But what about the siege?"
"Do you think Cersei will attempt anything in this weather?"
"..."
"Alright, no time to waste here. Prepare your ordinary soldiers, and I'll ready my knights of flame. Dumbledore, please contact Rowena and have her send all available battle mages here. Gellert, please contact the other high wizards and have them send their people here, and come themselves if they can. I have a bad feeling about this snow..."
Asmodeus turned his head and gazed north as he said this.