Chapter 103 - The White Walkers (II)
"O my Angel of Blood, command my red legion and bring peace to our enemies." Aenar I Targaryen, after seeing his most powerful Primarch.
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Feeding the baby his own blood, Aenar only stopped when he felt the amount offered was enough. However, just as he was about to continue, he spotted an icy figure approaching, wielding a sword of ice.
"Leda!" Aenar shouted, and a white figure shot past him, advancing towards the White Walker.
Performing a Blood Ritual on a newborn baby, Aenar couldn't move, he needed to help him control the Immaterium's energy, or the child would explode like a bomb.
Leda, aware that Aenar could not be distracted, positioned herself in front of the immortal aberration her king had once told her about.
A White Walker.
A creature that until then had only existed in the pages of books appeared before her. And in that instant, Leda had to admit: the tales about the White Walkers were weak.
No written description captured the true presence of those beings. The cold around her was ten times more intense than the texts suggested, and the terror the creature exuded was as palpable as a nightmare come true.
But Leda didn't flinch. Never in her life had she known fear, and it certainly wouldn't be now, not after receiving the Gift of Strength from her king.
Drawing Dawn from its sheath, the blade seemed more sacred than ever. Leda began to move around the White Walker, circling him like a wolf circling cornered prey. Her cold gray eyes looked more deadly than ever.