Chapter 237

“Hiss—”

Daenerys gripped the White Walker’s ice spear, and wave after wave of bitter cold poured into her palms, crashing against the heat surging within her veins. That clash of ice and fire made her feel wretched.

But the Mother of Dragons clenched her teeth and held on. She had witnessed the spear’s piercing power with her own eyes—this was a weapon so unnatural that even dragon scales could not withstand it.