Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 28 - Army of the Dead.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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To the north of the continent of Westeros, Jon continued approaching the mountain while the mist spread across the entire region in an open area up to that place.

There were undead everywhere, strangely circling the mountain, as if they were waiting to enter it or guarding something there. As he approached through the frozen wilderness, he thought about how he could possibly pass the undead without being noticed.

He had to stop at one point, realizing he couldn't continue like this, with all the undead scattered ahead of him. He raised his hand and began to cast a spell created in his palm, while purple energy gathered before launching it to open a portal to Oblivion, summoning a creature that took form as the portal closed.

The next moment, the atmosphere grew darker and even colder, as a dremora general emerged from the portal, with evil eyes and horns on his head. He looked at Jon as his summoner, awaiting orders.

"Dra'gash voran ulmir talak!" Jon began speaking in an unknown language to the creature.

The dremora general inclined his head. "Khorath naldur voshar. Valan thrak." The creature replied in the same tone. It looked ahead, analyzing the situation, quite curious about what it was seeing, and then turned back to Jon, speaking a few more words in that language. "Nok valash! Ildoroth krath mal'kun."

Jon nodded in agreement. "Vorash, tul makhar. Drethul volkar," he said finally with a sigh.

"I have no choice, do I?" he murmured in the end, resigned. After all, he couldn't remain in human form for what he was about to do.

Jon then began to take off his fur coat, storing it in a dimensional pouch, while remaining bare-chested, feeling the icy cold of that place more than ever before, even with his increased resistance to cold.

He sighed before feeling the change beginning to occur in his body as he transformed. His face began to elongate, and he quickly grew as fur appeared all over his body. Before that, Jon stomped against the ground with his boot tearing apart as he now had paws with claws instead of a human foot, assuming the form of a quadrupedal, muscular creature with white fur and sharp claws.

Jon had just become his white werewolf form, with red eyes. A creature that could blend in among the undead but still had its own aura, something that would be dealt with by the dremora he had summoned.

As he finished the transformation, he felt himself being enveloped by the aura of the summoned creature, forming a purple layer around his body. Once his transformation was complete, he now stood 3 meters tall, with a much more muscular body—an alpha werewolf—while having the layer of death energy to help him camouflage.

His transformation wasn't a grotesque change involving bones breaking and reshaping; it happened almost instantly, and within seconds, Jon was already a werewolf. He also didn't need a full moon to transform. His adventures in Dawnguard had provided him with such power, and he used this ability only when necessary. Although his human form with Thu'um was far more powerful, being a werewolf also had its benefits in certain situations.

"Morvak uldor vek'kal," the dremora creature began to say more things, while Jon looked at it strangely, after all, translated into the common tongue, it was something like, "Bring chaos and destruction," something normal for them.

Jon simply thanked it, his voice now much deeper and more guttural. The dremora just nodded, and the portal enveloped it once again, making it disappear.