Chapter 92

While at the Wall, Bahamut gazed beyond its icy expanse, sensing the need to relocate men from the Wall. According to his calculations, the Wall would no longer function solely as a magical barrier, losing its advantage against the impending threat. If the enemy possessed dragons, the Wall's magical defenses were rendered obsolete. Determined, Bahamut decided to gather his forces and move them south, planning to utilize Winterfell as a fortress against the oncoming danger.

Notably, the dragon glass weapons he had requested from Aegon in the south had not yet arrived, adding urgency to his decision. Bahamut's gaze shifted toward the sky, where Aithusa circled above. To ensure her safety against the biting cold winds at higher altitudes, Bahamut created a protective wind barrier around Aithusa.

Wanting to return to Castle Black, Bahamut utilized his telekinesis to draw Aithusa nearer. Aithusa, in the midst of her flight around the Wall, appeared bewildered as she felt herself being pulled towards Bahamut against her will. Bahamut, with a reassuring smile, spoke, "That's enough for today," much to Aithusa's evident distress. No longer a petite creature carried like a cat, Aithusa had experienced rapid growth, surpassing the rate of lesser dragons, which surprised Bahamut. Perhaps it was the lingering magic within the Wall that contributed to her accelerated development. However, now that the Wall's magical properties were waning, such phenomena were diminishing.

With Aithusa hovering in the air beside him, Bahamut leaped off the Wall, descending slowly to land in the Yard of Castle Black. The onlookers, accustomed to Bahamut's extraordinary actions, displayed no surprise, having grown weary of being both terrified and in awe of the dragon's presence. They had come to regard Bahamut as a figure akin to the God of the Land.

Anyway Bahamut cast a warm smile toward the wildling children, their youthful enthusiasm contrasting with the weariness evident in the adults. He then strolled purposefully toward the resting place of Eddard, intending to gather men for the impending move south. The Kings Tower, once occupied by the Lord Commander, was now claimed by the Lord Paramount.

Entering the tower, Bahamut's presence prompted the guards to respectfully step aside, allowing him unhindered passage into the office. Inside, Eddard was engaged in conversation with Robb, sharing his knowledge about their family. Eddard was intrigued by Robb's experiences, realizing that the young warg had encountered something Eddard had considered mythical—a phenomenon he, despite his extensive knowledge, had never personally witnessed.

Noticing Bahamut's presence, Eddard and Robb bowed in acknowledgment of his importance. Offering a warm smile in return, Bahamut conveyed a clear message, stating, "We need to gather men in the hall." Both Eddard and Robb exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. In a short span, the main figures among both the Northerners and Wildlings assembled in the hall. Bahamut, along with Eddard and Mance, took their seats, waiting patiently for the murmurs and conversations to subside.

As the room hushed, Bahamut addressed the crowd with a firm yet reassuring voice, surveying the faces in the hall and gauging their reactions. "I've called you here to inform you that we must move our people south, away from the Wall. Our new fortress shall be Winterfell, a place familiar to many of you."

Hearing Bahamut's words, confusion painted the faces of the assembled men, including Eddard, who shared the same expression, unaware of Bahamut's decision and its potential impact on their family. The hall started filling with murmurs but fell silent when Bahamut raised his arm.

After a silent moment, Bahamut continued, "The Wall is no longer capable of holding magic against our enemies." Many looked confused and clueless. Then Bahamut dropped a bombshell, "The enemy has dragons. More than a dozen ice dragons against us." Bewilderment and fear gripped every man in the hall.

Bahamut, aiming to reassure them, said, "But I stand as the Dragon King. Dragons pose no threat to me, regardless of their numbers, even if they were to number in the hundreds." Everyone's gaze shifted to Bahamut, who appeared dead serious. He continued, "The Wall is now our disadvantage since it has lost its magic. Especially with the enemy having dragons. That's why we need to move to a more strategic location. Winterfell is the most suitable choice against wights, and dragons won't be a threat as long as I'm there."

Hearing Bahamut's words, the men became bolder, feeling a newfound confidence with Bahamut leading them. Bahamut got up and declared, "We are experiencing a delay in receiving dragon glass-made weapons, which are effective against White Walkers. So we need more time if the White Walkers were to reach the Wall before the dragon glass arrives. Prepare yourselves. Gather your belongings, your families, and join us in this journey. Winter is coming." Every man in the hall nodded in agreement, expressing their trust in Bahamut's leadership.

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