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Roberta's POV

There's too many of them.

I throw another bomb at the horde pushing toward the boundary.

BOOM

Flames explode in every direction, a full circle of fire.

How the hell does he even make these things? This isn't just a bomb anymore it's something else entirely.

BOOM.

I turn to my left, watching the impact of a bigger one. The destruction is massive.

And, honestly? Seeing it all burn... yeah, it feels damn good.

"Arrows! Use arrows!"Davos shouted at men.

"What's happening?" I ask, hurrying over.

"They're closing in," he says as his eyes shift downward.

I follow his gaze.

They have closed the distance.

I glance at the pack of explosives by my side. I know what I can do to stop them but it would mean killing our own men, too.

Should I do it?

Maybe Davos reads the hesitation in my face. "Don't," he says sharply.

I look at him.

"It'll kill our men too," Davos muttered, his voice quieter now.

Wait a second he gave me something for situations like this.

I reached into my pouch and pulled out a small red sphere.

"What's that?" Davos asked.

"No idea," I replied, pressing the button on top before tossing it toward the advancing dead.

I didn't see it hit the ground, but I saw the effect. The dead started collapsing like dominos.

"How?" Davos whispered, more to himself than to me.

"Who knows?" I said, pulling out another one and hurling it.

Not many things can kill the dead. If every other option is off the table, only dragonglass remains.

Did he... somehow put shards of it inside these bombs?

Argh!

Hearing the roar, I looked up to see both dragons flying toward the walkers, tearing through their army with fire and fury.

"What do you think of them?" Davos asked, his gaze fixed on the massive beasts.

"It's good they're on your side," I replied, heading back to my post.

"It is good... for now," I heard him mutter .

He's probably already thinking about the politics after this war.

Not that it matters to me I won't be around to deal with it. We'll be gone once the fighting's done.

John's POV

"Get in! Get in fast!" Jaime shouted, his blade slicing through another corpse.

Looking at the increasing numbers of dead, I know I can't stay here any longer.

I'm not afraid of the fight, but of the consequences of a prolonged one.

The snowstorm is already here, which means the king is making his move.

I have to leave now to reach Bran, but before that, I need to make one last move.

The men are trying to light the trench but can't get close enough.

I'm too far away to fire it myself.

And it's not like i need to do it anymore.

Melisandre reached it doing spells.

I look at the margin made by fire knowing it will not last more time.

"Nice work," I said, stepping across the line. I cleared the path, removing the obstacles, then reignited the fire once I was safely on the other side.

"They've stopped," Jorah says, his voice tense as I turn back to face the horde.

"Only for a moment. Tell everyone to get inside the castle," I reply, my eyes fixed on the dead.

He doesn't hesitate. "Back to the castle!" he shouts, his voice echoing across the field.

The others follow his command, retreating quickly. Jorah lingers for a moment, looking at me. "Let's go."

"You go first. I have to do something," I tell him.

He studies me for a second, then nods and heads toward the castle.

The dead have started to breach the fireline now, throwing themselves into the flames to smother them. They're relentless, sacrificing themselves to extinguish the fire and clear a path.

Taking out three golf ball-sized bombs, I throw them in different directions one to the front, one slightly to the left, and one to the right.

Then, I move inside to reach the other side.

Jaime's POV

"Go left," I said, taking the man's place.

Looking at all of them, I didn't regret my decision to come here.

I should have brought more men.

Cersei never understood the seriousness of the situation.

I saw monsters fighting in this war not just the dead, but those fighting alongside us too.

If an army can face this, will they fear fighting us after the war?

No, they will not.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Fire erupted, and for a moment, it reminded me of the dragon fire I had seen before.

The numbers of the dead were reduced, but not entirely gone.

Tyrion hadn't uncovered anything about them. On the other hand, they seemed to be mercenaries.

Someone like them didn't care about wealth or politics only personal matters drove them.

I lost everything my father, a hand, my children.

What's left is Cersei, Tyrion, and a new life.

I don't know how, but I know what I have to do.