"Uh..."
Misha was momentarily stunned, not yet having recovered from Heather's suggestive teasing.
At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, Cersei was already shrieking, driving a swarm of moths towards the Ancient Ice Dragon.
Yet on the dragon's spine, the magnificent figure seated on the Cold Stone Throne quietly stood up.
Strange waves emanated from his body, invisible ripples swiftly sweeping across the entire Spirit Lake.
In a trance, everyone present seemed to hear the sound of something immensely vast and heavy rolling slowly.
The sound came from above, as if a colossal indescribable meteor was revolving in the void, bringing with it ancient frost accumulated over countless ages.
Everyone's heart and soul seemed frozen by the cold, weighed down so heavily that it felt hard to breathe.
In the next moment, boundless frost rapidly surged around that figure, then extended upwards like a mysterious deep frost pathway reaching into the eternal starry sky.
