Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 102 - - The White Walkers (I)

"Eventually I will find all my Primarchs." Aenar I Targaryen, God-Emperor of Planetos.

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As Aenar was preparing to return to his quarters, he raised his head and looked towards the north, his eyebrows heavily furrowed. He felt that the world around him was completely separate from the other dimensions. Endless layers of space superimposed on each other formed a dome that interfered with his Prescience.

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Aenar stopped his steps and released the energy of the Immaterium Dimension inside his body. The brutal energy tore through the fabric of reality itself at atomic levels and ripped a huge hole in the dome that separated him from the Immaterium dimension. Normal people couldn't see it, but he could personally see the huge hole in the sky, which, however, was gradually closing.

At that moment, Aenar knew something was happening. Just as he was about to climb the Wall, he caught a glimpse of a black crow crossing the sky towards him. The crow then spread its wings, slowed down and landed gracefully on his shoulder.

At the same moment, a message was sent directly to his mind, and Aenar's face changed dramatically.

Aenar spoke to Leda and ran towards Caraxes. "Let's go quickly to Caraxes, the Free Folk are being attacked by an army of Wights and White Walkers!!!"

Leda's eyes widened and she quickly followed her king.

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Miles from the camp, Mance stopped his steps and motioned for everyone to be silent. He began to listen carefully to the small sounds that reached him. When he heard a small war cry, he knew immediately that the camp was under attack.

"They're attacking the camp!", Mance shouted and ran towards the camp without any hesitation. There was only anxiety and a touch of fear in his eyes. His wife and unborn child were in the camp!

The other leaders weren't far behind either, especially the leader of the giants, Mag, who ran towards the camp with surprising speed for his size. He held a huge wooden club that was the size of a normal man.

While Mance was advancing at full speed towards the battlefield with all the leaders of the Free Folk tribes in the camp, Dela was facing the biggest threat she had faced so far in her life.

Dela could hear the terrified screams outside the tent, and along with the screams of terror, a feeling of cold that was getting closer and closer. Showing that the White Walker was getting closer and closer to her and her tent.

Then, under Dela's calm eyes, the being broke through the layer of fabric at the entrance and entered the tent, making the place even colder than outside. Dela shivered at the cold that surrounded her, as if it would swallow her up at any moment.

"O Beautiful Queen, you will die by my cold hands and I will use your body and that of your unborn child as a slave." The White Walker's voice was like the crackling of ice on a winter lake to Dela's ears.

Obviously, she hadn't understood what he had said, but she could make out the meaning of his words from the gestures the White Walker made as he spoke.

Without any hesitation, she knocked over the pedestals containing the hot coals, causing a fire all around.

"Mortal fire may work on Wights, but not on us, Queen of the Wild." The White Walker spoke with a sadistic smile outlining his thin, graceful lips. Again, Dela didn't understand his words, she had never heard such an ugly and frightening voice before.

Still, Dela didn't back down and pulled out a sword and, despite being pregnant, advanced while the fear in her heart grew by the moment. But thinking of her son and the Winter Horn on her belt, she knew she couldn't back down.

The White Walker's ice sword moved, cut through the air and when both swords clashed, Dela's body flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground. Unfortunately, she had fallen on her belly, causing the strong woman to let out an extremely painful moan as strands of blood ran down her legs.

The strength of a White Walker was not something an ordinary human could fight. They had the strength of ten men and were as fast as a cheetah. Without the White Walkers' weaknesses, it was completely impossible for a human to kill a White Walker.

Dela, still lying on the ground and with blurred vision, touched the blood dripping between her legs with her trembling hand and knew that she had hurt her son, possibly killing him. A simply agonizing pain made the woman let out a cry of desolation. It wasn't a physical pain, but a mental pain that seemed to come from her very soul.

The cry of a mother mourning her son made the White Walker smile even more cruelly; it was music to his ears. As a being born to hate anything that had warmth and life, he loved the feeling of causing pain in a person.

As the White Walker approached Dela on the ground, he suddenly stopped and looked back. Sounds of heavy footsteps were heard, and the entire burning tent was dragged away by a colossal force, exposing Dela and the White Walker for all to see.

The flames had already consumed the camp, while war cries and wails blended into a symphony worthy of being played in hell.

The White Walker was unable to react when the great wooden club struck him full on, throwing his body backwards as he spun in the air.

He fell to the ground like a horse turd, but soon got up, showing that he was intact. At least he was, but the ice armor couldn't say the same. On it, countless cracks were spreading, revealing the force of the blow.

The White Walker ran towards Mag, the Leader of the Giants, at a speed almost imperceptible to ordinary eyes. In seconds, he covered the distance of thirty meters and arrived in front of the Giant in an instant.

Mag simply swung his club again, a furious roar erupted from the gigantic being, but this time the White Walker managed to dodge, performing an acrobatic feat in the air impossible for any human. With a swift blow from the icy being's ice sword, he opened a large gash in the Mag Giant's hairy skin.

Blood spurted into the air, but Mag ignored the pain in his arm and attacked the White Walker with a sequence of brutal, fast attacks.

The White Walker dodged each attack inches away from being hit, showing that even he wasn't as relaxed as he looked.

Dela, still lying on the ground with her hand on her stomach, got up with a look full of hatred, but thinking of what she had to protect, she took a few staggering steps away. However, the White Walker noticed her leaving and condensed a spear of ice in his hand. After dodging another blow from Mag, he threw the spear towards the queen of the savages.

Mag tried to stop the attack by throwing herself into the middle of it, but he was slower and the spear passed right through him.

On the other side, Mance, who had just arrived at the camp, ran towards his tent, ignoring everything else. His expression lit up when he saw his wife's figure and although she seemed to be injured, he felt enormous relief to see her still alive.

But then, the expression on Mance's face hardened, his eyes widening in shock as he watched the spear of ice pierce his wife's back, running through her body from side to side. What was most cruel was that the spear pierced mercilessly through the center of her belly.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" He roared furiously as he advanced towards his wife's fallen figure.

Arriving in front of her, he crouched down and held her still-living body in his arms.

"Mance... our son... our sweet son... I... couldn't... protect him." Resting her head peacefully on her husband's chest, Dela spoke with a trembling tone as tears flowed unstoppably down her cheeks. Her blurred vision began to darken as her gaze remained on her husband's face.

In the end, the woman's heartbeat stopped completely and the light in her eyes vanished completely.

Mance repeatedly kissed his wife's forehead and whispered as he stopped himself from crying. "It's all right, It's all right, It's all right, It's all right, darling."

Mance didn't even mind when Caraxes landed next to him and Aenar climbed down from the dragon and ran towards him.

Seeing the scene before him, Aenar's mood couldn't have been more complicated. However, he soon sensed that the baby wasn't dead, he could see a faint pulse of life coming from Dela's belly.

"Mance, the child is alive!!!" Aenar reached the two of them and spoke in an instant.

Even for a moment, Mance woke up to hear Aenar's cry.

"I can save the child." Aenar spoke seriously, looking him straight in the eye.

"Do it." Mance pleaded in a trembling voice.

Hearing this, Aenar didn't hesitate, he removed the spear from Dela's belly and opened her belly with a swift movement of the dagger given by Mance. He cut through the placenta and reached out, pulling out a wrinkled baby covered in blood.

Aenar looked for any wounds on the baby and saw that half of its head was crumpled in a grotesque way.

Without wasting any more time, he cut his wrist and performed a Blood Ritual on the newborn baby!!!

What were the chances of a premature baby surviving something so brutal so soon after birth? Aenar didn't know, he couldn't see into the future at the moment, but he was sure that if he didn't try, the baby would die anyway!

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