It ended in a flash of fire.
Arya struck from behind. Her blade met cold flesh—then fire surged through it. Andrew's enchantments burned in her veins. The Night King shattered like crystal.
The wights fell. The snow stopped.
Winterfell stood in silence.
Andrew collapsed, breathing smoke. Daenerys ran to him, her face ash-streaked and terrified.
"You died," she whispered.
"I burned," he said. "And I came back."
The North bent the knee that night.