Viserin led his riders across the seething mass of drones, his demonic mount's hooves crushing Leviathan bodies beneath them. His twin swords flashed like lightning, sundering any drone that dared approach.
Suddenly, a chill ran down Viserin's spine—a coldness that pierced through the heat of battle. His instincts screamed danger. Without a second thought, he leaped from his demonic steed. Below him, the ground cracked and shattered, massive fissures spreading outward. From the ruptured earth, monstrous creatures emerged, breaking through like nightmares made flesh.
