A GAME OF THRONES: Part 6.3

"Shit," the Hound growled, smashing another wight before two more came at him. He didn't stop, his axe cutting through the undead like it was nothing.

Everyone else was holding their own, barely.

Jon swung Longclaw, slicing another wight in half. He didn't hesitate, didn't even slow down. It was just him, the blade, and the endless horde.

Tormund's axe slammed into a wight's skull, the dragonglass splitting it clean. He wiped blood off his face and muttered under his breath, "Should've brought more of those damn grenades," clearly regretting using up the ones he had earlier.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The explosions were deafening, cutting through the chaos. Way louder than anything Tormund had set off before.

But Tormund didn't turn around. He stayed focused, swinging at anything that moved closer. The dead were too close, too fast.

Jon and Beric, though, saw it.

Through the snow and the endless waves of the dead, two figures emerged a man and a woman, walking straight toward the fight.

"Lord of Light has sent us help," Beric said, swinging his flaming sword to cut down another wight.

Jon didn't respond, too focused on staying alive and keeping the others alive with him. At this point, he wasn't going to question help from anywhere.

He just hoped they'd all make it out alive with the wight.

John's POV

I blasted them back not with my hands, but with Aard. The telekinetic wave slammed into the wights closing in on us, giving me some breathing room.

Reaching them wasn't going to be easy, not with this massive horde between us. But the explosions worked. If one didn't clear enough, I'd just throw another.

These ones? Way more powerful.

"You good?" I asked, moving forward, my eyes scanning for more threats.

"Yeah," she said, her voice steady, busy tossing bombs and cutting down the wights that got too close from the sides.

I could see it her emotional control holding strong.

And I knew exactly why.

Yesterday's talk worked.

Of course, it wasn't a lie when I said she's my responsibility. But that doesn't mean I won't use her.

Mind games are a necessary tool if you want to survive especially when dealing with someone else. Giving her a choice, a better life... it was all calculated.

And it worked.

Her bond is now at 2%.

It means she trusts me more than when she first came. Not much, but enough to start shaping things my way.

I shifted my gaze to the Night King. His eyes were locked on me, cold . I felt the danger immediately my Witcher senses kicking in.

But he didn't move. Didn't lift a finger. He just watched me as I tore through his dead.

What the hell is he waiting for?

Then I felt it.

Something was moving toward us.

I didn't need to look to confirm it. I already knew what it was.

The Night King turned his face, eyes shifting to the sky.

And there it came.

A massive shadow passed over my head.

It was huge easily over 100 feet long. It breathed fire that tore through snow and dead alike, leaving nothing .

Dragons.

Real dragons.

Leading them was Daenerys Targaryen, riding the largest one Drogon. I remembered that name from the stories.

I don't fear them like I don't fear Night king.

"Fuck," I heard someone mutter behind me.

I glanced back to see Roberta frozen in place, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly open as she stared at the massive beasts.

Roberta's POV

"Fuck," I muttered, staring up at the massive creatures tearing through the sky, fire pouring from their mouths.

Dragons.

Three fucking dragons.

He told me about the Dragon Queen once. But seeing these things in person, raining destruction on the dead, I didn't feel relief.

I felt danger.

What if she attacked us?

Yeah, the dead are terrifying, but at least they can be killed. Dragons? They fly, they attack from the sky, and they burn everything in their path.

How the hell am I supposed to fight something like that?

I turned to John. His face didn't change, calm like he already knew this was coming.

Well, he probably did.

But what really got me? He wasn't scared. Not even a little.

I thought back to what he told me about his world, the creatures that exist there. And if any of that is true, and after a month with him I'm pretty sure it is, I get why dragons don't shake him.

His world is worse. Way worse.

And someday he'll have to go back and face it.

I know what he's doing, he's giving me a choice.

A choice to stay here.

Anyone with half a brain could figure it out.

He's saying it without saying it ,if I go with him, there's no turning back. I won't be able to leave him.

What should I do?

Should I stay, or follow him?

Should I risk my life for him?

Why should I?

Why? Why? Why? Why?

I couldn't help but look at him.

I don't know about friends, but he'll definitely have enemies.

Enemies that are way out of my league.

I couldn't even kill a dragon how am I supposed to help him if I go with him?

Sigh. Let's think about it later.

I focused, throwing another boom. The explosion ripped through the crowd of wights, clearing a path for us.

It was a quick fix, but it kept us moving forward.

My mind was racing with all the questions I couldn't answer.

But for now, the fight was all that mattered.

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Spoiler:

John will get power related to fire during his second world travel which I have already chosen.

You can guess the world.

Ofcourse it will not be soon, atleast after revenge arc and some else.