Night king invasion

A cold wind cut through the Haunted Forest, coming from the lands even further beyond the Wall. The silence was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine. Indecipherable sounds echoed through the night. Were they wolves or wildcats stalking prey? Wildlings trying to move stealthily southward? The only thing that could be ascertained was that these lands were abnormally quiet! Rumors were whispered! Men of the Night's Watch were restless! The most experienced rangers murmured that the old stories were true! Could it be? Were creatures of the Night really real? Memory tried to retrieve details of the old tales! When winter finally arrived, such creatures would awaken and walk the earth spreading terror and fear.

Sitting in the Great Hall of his castle, Lord Boness stared intently at the parchment in his hand containing these accounts. Sent by the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch to all the great Houses of Westeros, it requested aid for the great battle that was approaching. The young Master, who delivered the letter, anxiously awaited the reply. The analytical mind forged in the Citadel did not yet comprehend the true danger that was approaching. But Lord Boness knew. The motto of House Stark always echoed in the mind of any Northerner: "Winter is coming!"

And then, the oldest fears materialized... the Wall trembled. Not under the blow of battering rams or catapults, but before a power older than Westeros. A blue flash tore through the darkness of the North, and the millennia-old ice of the Wall began to crack. From above, the rangers witnessed the impossible: the icy fire of a dead dragon striking the colossal ice barrier. The Wall, which had protected the living kingdom for the last eight thousand years, shattered into thunderous ruins. Among the snow and debris, he emerged. The Night King advanced at the head of an uncountable army of the dead. With each step, winter ceased to be a distant threat and became a reality. The invasion had begun, and the world of men would never be the same.

As soon as NH emerged, we sought to assess the strength of the enemy we would face. My predictions came true, and NK emerged with statistics similar to the most powerful dormant account in the kingdom. I knew it would be difficult, but not impossible to defeat.

But for now, the Night King was still protected under the bubble. It remained for us at this moment to try to stop the forces advancing throughout the North. The army of White Walkers commanded by the Generals was devastating the lands of Westeros. Such obstacles were therefore initially essential. The Generals in particular...would be the favorite target. For, when the true battle against the Night King began, these generals would be able to assist them in their defenses!

Wave after wave struck the forces without causing significant damage. Even with T5 troops, the generals displayed unusual resilience. The ranks of T1 troops used as a human shield were sacrificed for a greater good!

Therefore, although the casualties were reasonably acceptable, the process would be lengthy. It was necessary to use support accounts to initiate various mobilizations against the generals.

The forces of K113 were beginning to mobilize. Small alliances moved north, aiding in the resistance against the common enemy.

Lord Boness relied on the help of his ally Lord Hmmenon. Both were the beacons of resistance in K113. All hopes were placed on the kingdom's defenders. Lord Boness's infantry and Lord Hmmenon's spearmen were known to be the most dangerous forces in the kingdom.

Soon, even with much sweat and blood, the generals' forces were faltering, and some began to fall!

After countless battles, the greatest threat finally revealed itself. The Night King had finally broken the bubble. Sheltered in Winterfell, all the inhabitants of K113 launched attacks from within their own bubbles. This moment was particularly dangerous, as numerous hunters sought unprotected targets while these attempted to take down the Night King.

But such attacks were slow. The long distance to NK Castle took what seemed like centuries. Time was a crucial factor. Alone, Lord Boness and Lord Hmmenon knew it would be a Herculean challenge to defeat such a threat in just one day; but they persisted.

Hiding as many troops as possible, they headed into the unknown hoping to inflict more damage on the NK. The red alert sounded as soon as they landed in the region already dominated by the dead. Were these simply innocent attacks by the WW? Or could a hunter materialize nearby at any moment for a massacre?

Cautiously, they continued the attack over the course of several days. Dozens or hundreds of mobilizations. Thousands or millions of soldiers killed. Successive solo attacks. The NK resisted, but finally its forces began to weaken.

At this point, the men's forces increased, and the attacks became more intense.

The final attack was delivered by Lord Boness. The blow reverberated throughout the north as the waves of the White Walkers crashed down. The Night King evaporated, and the icy shards of his generals scattered around their leader. Finally, once again, the kingdom of men would be safe.