Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 119 - Attacking the Wall 02.

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Third Person POV.
Westeros.

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Rain, lightning, and wind dominated the landscape on that night full of terror for the Night's Watch...
Then, the white creature was finally seen approaching the Wall.

Jeor Mormont expected his end at that very moment, along with his companions, who were all at his side, looking at the creature that was over 20 meters tall, while the dragon was about to unleash its flames upon them.
And so it was.

The irises of its eyes glowed, reflecting the white light that came out of the creature's mouth like an abstract and continuous avalanche in the sky, illuminating and crystallizing the falling rain it touched.

Its cryogenic breath was at least –273.15 °C, absolute zero, no wonder this power had destroyed entire castles in the south while people quickly died just by being nearby, even dozens of meters away. No wonder many servants and soldiers ended up dying later, on the morning after the night of the attack, when they were left disabled after breathing air at such a low temperature, suffering a thermal shock.

Daemon had controlled himself at Clegane's stronghold, but at Ser Amory Lorch's house, Daemon didn't hold back and everyone ended up dying as he froze all the air around the castle.

Ice was more nefarious than fire, for it spread in silence, unseen, and quickly reached the noses, with lungs being affected by the deadly air immediately.

Those who expected to be struck immediately felt the impact. But instead of meeting death, the white flames passed over them like a wild river, while at the same time an extreme cold front and humidity struck them for being so close to that deadly white fire, screaming in pain, for it burned just the same.

Quickly, the ceiling above — two small hatches at that point of the Wall — began to freeze, while the men retreated, feeling paralyzed by the cold, and all the torches began to go out.

Jeor Mormont felt a sharp pain in his lungs as he felt his beard stiffen, while his body also froze even though the flames were meters away.
The flames remained strong as the dragon flapped its wings, quickly ascending again.

Jeor Mormont was stunned to see the white dragon against the lightning-filled sky, turning around and returning, advancing along the Wall as it continued to unleash white flames over them, freezing anything meters away as it passed.

"I can't...!" a man exclaimed with effort, as he felt blood coming from his mouth, beginning to fall, unable to breathe. No sooner had he spoken, his mouth froze along with his throat and began to cut him.

"Attack!" — shouted Jeor Mormont, as his body trembled and his mouth also froze, feeling the sharp, cutting pain in his throat.
But no one moved.

The men looked on in despair, unable to speak, as their bodies continued to freeze, something like 'Lord Commander, we have to get out of here!'

One of them ran, before tripping and falling from the Wall, his body paralyzed, as everything turned to ice forming before the extreme cold generated by the flames in the air — far more intense than anything anyone there had ever faced in life.
And the scariest part: those white flames weren't even hitting them directly, just continuing overhead.

Jeor Mormont knew that if they retreated, it would be the end. The army below could advance against the gate.

"No... We can't retreat..." — he murmured, with the effects of the chaotic weather muffling his voice as his mouth bled, but he had his duty there.