Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 16 - Raid to North 06.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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Just before the explosion of fire seen throughout the camp, the battle continued. Jon was watching his comrades fall more and more with each passing moment as they tried to delay the advance of the dead so they wouldn't reach the camp and the line of archers. But it was becoming increasingly difficult; the dead were already entering the area, and he saw that it couldn't continue like this.

"I'm going to have to do something..." He finally decided to unleash himself against the dead.

Taking a deep breath, he released his minor Shout into the crowd of wights, "FUS!" A wave of force from his Dovah word like a small thunder, dragging the undead to the opposite side. All the Free Folk men with Jon, who were still alive, looked at him with eyes in a mix of fear and shock.

Jon quickly saw a space to breathe and returned to the men. "Back off! Return to the camp!" Jon ordered, to make more room for what he planned to do.

Hearing this, the men quickly obeyed and began to retreat, still looking at Jon, who stood in place waiting for the dead to start running at him again, while he tried to stand up from the force that had thrown them back.

Jon waited until the men were far enough away and prepared to launch another Shout. He was calm in front of the approaching sea of dead before taking another deep breath for the next attack, the most powerful one he would release since arriving in this world.

Under the gaze of the archers and the men he had asked to retreat, Jon shouted, "YOL TOOR SHUL!" He released the words for fire, inferno, and sun in the dragon's tongue, causing his words to explode immediately, sending a huge wave of fire forward and flooding the sea of dead with fire.

The creatures were soon engulfed in flames, hundreds of them disappearing immediately, while the dark sky was lit with their flames. The entire camp heard his words like thunder, and the explosion in the north made everyone look immediately towards the firelight, while the undead were consumed by the flames on that side of the camp. Jon didn't stop there; while burning the entire forest in front of him, he knew this wasn't enough.

"I must reach the other parts of the camp." He quickly moved to another area of the camp, as both the eastern and western parts were under attack.

He first ran to the eastern side of the camp, entering the part near the forest while cutting through the sea of dead with his dual-wielding, and as soon as he found an opening, he released another Shout in that forest.

"YOL TOOR SHUL!" Once again, everyone saw the second explosion of fire emerging as the undead were consumed and the forest was set ablaze.

"Now only one side is left." By setting the forest on fire, he could stop the advance of the dead, so he ran through the camp while everyone let him pass with fear and went to where the archers of Tormund's tribe along with Ygritte were trying to stop the advance of the dead.

"Retreat!" Jon shouted as he entered the vanguard on that side. "FUS!" He used his Shout once again to push back the dead, and the Free Folk men ran as he had asked, in fear.

With more space, he released his breath of fire once more, and the entire forest along with more than 100 dead were burned alive as the flames destroyed everything in their path.

His work there was to leave the entire forest in flames, except for the southern part, which seemed to work. The undead were burning within the forest, and their movements had finally stopped, with some still managing to come out, but the archers could deal with them, at least those who were not looking at Jon.