100 Chapter 97

The Wall had been breached, shattered by the onslaught of undead dragons and ice dragons under the command of the Night King and Corpse Queen. The Night King observed the unfolding chaos with a cautious demeanor, while Corpse Queen, though relentless in her pursuit, felt a sense of unease. This unexpected turn of events, with humans willingly relinquishing such a formidable defense, diverged from her meticulous plans. Furthermore, the presence of two human greenseers was an unforeseen complication.

Corpse Queen couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The abandonment of the Wall's magical defenses and the existence of another powerful greenseer, unbeknownst to her, intrigued and troubled her. While she was aware of the Stark bloodline harboring new greenseers, the mysterious second greenseer was beyond her knowledge. Their magic resonated strongly, posing a challenge to her dominance.

Her primary objective, however, was to confront Bahamut. She knew that his power needed to be assimilated before it grew insurmountable. Corpse Queen had orchestrated the return to Westeros, bringing with her undead dragons and manipulating ice dragons to serve her purpose. Among them, only Cannibal, the unmanipulated living dragon, had submitted willingly. His intelligent green eyes observed the destruction of the great ice wall, marking the beginning of the advance of the relentless wights.

Seated atop Cannibal, Corpse Queen rode confidently, her eyes fixed on the dragons as they wrought havoc. The calculated chaos unfolded according to her designs, but the unexpected variables posed new challenges that required her attention and adaptation.

As the Night King's army continued its relentless march forward, dragons dominated the sky, casting an ominous shadow over the land. The night was swallowed by dark clouds, and the encroaching winter intensified, freezing everything in its path. The undead, relentless in their advance, marched on, guided by the Night King and Corpse Queen's malevolent command.

In the midst of the undead legions, a sudden halt rippled through the wights, and the dragons above sensed an unseen force, a power that emanated strength and danger. The air crackled with tension as the forces of the dead momentarily paused.

Then, from the shrouded darkness above, a surge of black flames descended like a torrent upon one of the smaller dragons, revealing the majestic form of Bahamut. His presence, a force to be reckoned with, was now unveiled. Golden molten eyes glowed with fury as Bahamut wasted no time, swiftly closing the distance between himself and another dragon—a formidable adversary.

The clash between the dragons unfolded with breathtaking ferocity. The smaller dragon, caught off guard by Bahamut's sudden assault, roared defiantly, meeting the oncoming force. The sky reverberated with the echoes of their roars, and the clash of titans resounded through the air.

The ice dragons unleashed their frigid breath, crystalline beams of frozen power, aiming to encase Bahamut in an icy prison. With unparalleled agility, Bahamut danced through the onslaught, dodging the lethal frost that sought to freeze him to death. His movements were a symphony of grace and power, a testament to the mastery he held over his draconic form.

In a swift motion, Bahamut seized two of the young ice dragons by their necks, their bodies wriggling in vain attempts to break free. Ascending into the darkened sky, Bahamut's molten golden eyes burned with madness. With a brutal snap, he tore off the heads of the young dragons, their lifeless bodies cast away as mere remnants of the frozen onslaught.

As the ice dragons recoiled from the loss of their kin, a colossal figure descended from the dark clouds—a giant ice dragon ridden by a White Walker. Its massive claws lunged for Bahamut's chest, a lethal strike aimed at the very heart of the Dragon King.

Yet, Bahamut was not so easily vanquished. Black flames erupted from his form, an inferno that defied the icy grip of the approaching claws. In a display of raw power, Bahamut's tail swung with unparalleled force, colliding with the giant dragon's claws. The clash echoed through the skies, a clash of elements, as the frozen and fiery forces collided in a spectacular dance.

The giant ice dragon, its strength no match for the indomitable power of Bahamut, faltered. With a deafening roar, it succumbed to the wrath of Bahamut's flames, its colossal form plummeting towards the earth. 

Bahamut, having dispatched the immediate threats, surveyed the battlefield below. The ice dragons, momentarily disoriented, regrouped for another assault. The undead legions on the ground stirred, their hollow eyes fixated on the colossal clash above.

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