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The dead march. The Long Night descends. Winterfell braces for war, but steel and fire may not be enough to stop the tide of darkness.
Then, Bran Stark, the Three-Eyed Raven, sees a vision unlike any before. A woman, wreathed in shadow and fire. A warrior. A dragon rider. A force beyond anything Westeros has ever known. The savior they need-but one who does not belong to this world. The gods whisper of an ancient ritual buried deep beneath Winterfell, a ritual of blood and sacrifice, a summoning that will decide the fate of the living.
The council is divided. Daenerys Targaryen, the last of her line, refuses to believe in another. Jon Snow, bound by honor, questions the price of such power. But with no other choice, the ritual is performed.
And from the fire, she rises.
Visenya Velaryon, heir to an empire that never fell. Daughter of a queen. A dragonrider. A warrior forged in the flames of conquest. She is not of this world, but she has been summoned to save it.
Yet what she finds is a kingdom of ghosts. A house of ashes. A history rewritten by war and betrayal. To her, the Targaryens are rulers. To them, she is a legend that never was.
But there is no time for reckoning. No time for doubt. The Night King comes.
And when the last flame flickers and the dead close in, the world will learn one truth: not all saviors come from prophecy-some are summoned by fire and blood.