Then, one day, a rift suddenly tore open in the frozen barrier that had trapped them.
From it, a single man stepped through.
The moment he entered, the portal closed behind him.
He walked through the bloodstained corridors, his eyes sweeping over the corpses littering the floor, the women who looked at him with desperate, shining eyes.
They saw hope.
They ran to him. But he passed them all without a second glance, continuing forward until he reached the door that housed the beast.
Without hesitation, he pushed it open.
Baylor Moonlight entered his brother's study.
He found the place utterly destroyed.
Drogo sat in the corner, his body trembling, his sobs filling the air.
Tears had long dried, replaced by streaks of blood running down his face.
He had clawed at himself so relentlessly that his features were now grotesquely disfigured.
This… was the state of the once-mighty Lord of House Moonlight.
"You look well, brother."
