Chapter 101
Without hesitation, Aegon, Rhaenys, Daenerys, and Jon swiftly followed behind Bahamut, determined to unleash devastation upon anything that stood in their way. Their dragons' flames became a formidable barrier, preventing the relentless advance of the wights toward Winterfell. Bahamut took the lead, focusing on the dragons, while the others dealt with the swarming horde of wights and the ominous white walkers.
Javelins, the lethal weapons of the enemy, began to appear in the battlefield, aimed directly at Bahamut. However, Bahamut, having reached a new pinnacle of strength, had acquired the ability to manipulate ice magic, transforming into a being that was part ice. As the javelins closed in, Bahamut encased himself in an armor of ice, rendering the projectiles powerless as they shattered upon impact.
In his relentless advance, Bahamut continued to rain down flames upon the wights below. Yet, his flames were peculiar—they didn't emanate heat but, instead, brought forth a bone-chilling cold that added a frosty touch to the battlefield.
Bahamut slowly approached the dragon ridden by the Night King, only to be confronted by the other three ice dragons, each ridden by white walkers. Unfazed, Bahamut took to the sky, drawing the enemy dragons after him. He continued to ascend until he judged the height was sufficient for his plan.
Without warning, Bahamut folded his wings and began a rapid descent towards the approaching ice dragons. Covered in flames, he plummeted towards them, catching the enemy dragons off guard amidst the clouds. Attempting to evade, the enemy dragons found their wings torn apart by Bahamut's relentless attack.
One of the enemy dragons, anticipating Bahamut's approach, unleashed a stream of icy breath towards him. However, Bahamut responded with his own flames, creating a volatile clash that persisted until one side succumbed to exhaustion. Seizing the moment, Bahamut's claws dug into the enemy dragon's chest, ensuring a swift descent to the ground below.
Bahamut clutched the ice dragon tightly until they neared the ground, at which point he forcefully tossed the dragon aside. The undead dragons, their bodies not completely annihilated by Bahamut, began their relentless pursuit. Unfazed, Bahamut prepared to unleash a devastating onslaught, reminiscent of his rampage along the River Rhoyne.
A massive flame hurricane erupted around Bahamut, reducing the surrounding wights to mere ashes. The undead dragons, daring to approach, found themselves engulfed in the searing flames that simultaneously burned and tore their bodies apart. Bahamut pressed forward, advancing toward the retreating Night King, who appeared unsettled by Bahamut's overwhelming presence. Notably absent among the enemy forces was the Night Queen, who had infiltrated Winterfell disguised as an ordinary woman with the sinister intent of eliminating the greenseers.
Amidst the chaos, Rhaenys, feeling a sudden pain in her stomach, stepped back from the battle. She landed near Winterfell, where her men were stationed. However, an unexpected turn of events unfolded as a colossal shadow emerged, instigating panic among both her men and herself. Moon, her dragon, growled at the approaching adversary, ready for the impending clash.
The newcomer was a dragon larger than even Balerion, with green eyes that sought fresh prey. Moon, driven by instinct, unleashed its white-hued flames upon Cannibal. In an attempt to divert Cannibal's attention, Moon soared into the sky, only to realize that the massive dragon was uninterested in her. Returning towards Cannibal, Moon found itself vulnerable as Cannibal, seizing the opportune moment, unleashed its green flames. Caught off guard, Moon became restless, driven by the instinct to protect Rhaenys from the impending threat.
As Cannibal's jaws closed around Moon's neck, Rhaenys's men swiftly dragged her inside Winterfell, leaving her to scream for her beloved Moon.
Bahamut, pursuing the retreating Night King on an undead dragon, heard the distant screams of Moon. The pain in his heart surged, but he couldn't afford to lose focus on the imminent threat. Using his pain and anger as fuel, Bahamut pressed on to confront the Night King, determined to take him down.
As Bahamut closed the distance, he hesitated, torn between pursuing the Night King and ensuring the safety of his beloved. Ultimately, he chose to prioritize his people's safety and abandoned the pursuit of the Night King, knowing the dangers that could befall his cherished companions.
Meanwhile, Cannibal, the colossal dragon, set its sights on Diaval, driven by rage upon witnessing his mate being consumed by the enemy. Jon realized he could no longer control the enraged Diaval, who unleashed a torrent of flames on Cannibal. Sensing Bahamut's approaching presence, Cannibal decided to withdraw from Diaval, who continued to vent his fury with fiery retaliation. With Moon's lifeless body in sight, Bahamut swiftly redirected his attention towards Cannibal, fueled by determination and speed.