Chapter 253

As sunlight tore through the night and thinned the gray fog, everyone finally saw the elite core of the living-dead army—well equipped and terrifyingly disciplined.

Before crossing the Boneway, all had believed the Dragon King’s host to be the strongest force in all of Westeros. Now, compared to the army of the living dead, they realized they had merely been frogs at the bottom of a well.

Ahead lay an insurmountable gray storm; behind them, a dead city like a flooded sea. There was no path of retreat.