Raven swiped her blade to the side, getting rid of the blood of the monster she had just slain.
She stared aloof for a couple of seconds. The floor was crudely decorated by bodies of White Walkers, slain in a boorish manner, unsightly to the sane.
Her face and armor were stained with violet blood. A cold, icy glare emanated from her crimson eyes, viciously scanning the environment.
The one White Walker that Northern had spared knelt down with a terrified expression on his face. He was breathing hard, all his features contorted so badly and pale.
She stood nonchalantly and just stared, trying to find something.
The mountain was a literal wall. However, she could tell that there was something beyond it. After all, why would guards be stationed at this particular place, and why would so many of them give their lives just to stop her from reaching this point?
