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Just before the explosion of fire seen throughout the camp, the battle continued. Jon was watching his comrades fall more and more with each passing moment as they tried to delay the advance of the dead so they wouldn't reach the camp and the line of archers. But it was becoming increasingly difficult; the dead were already entering the area, and he saw that it couldn't continue like this.

"I'm going to have to do something..." He finally decided to unleash himself against the dead.

Taking a deep breath, he released his minor Shout into the crowd of wights, "FUS!" A wave of force from his Dovah word like a small thunder, dragging the undead to the opposite side. All the Free Folk men with Jon, who were still alive, looked at him with eyes in a mix of fear and shock.

Jon quickly saw a space to breathe and returned to the men. "Back off! Return to the camp!" Jon ordered, to make more room for what he planned to do.

Hearing this, the men quickly obeyed and began to retreat, still looking at Jon, who stood in place waiting for the dead to start running at him again, while he tried to stand up from the force that had thrown them back.

Jon waited until the men were far enough away and prepared to launch another Shout. He was calm in front of the approaching sea of dead before taking another deep breath for the next attack, the most powerful one he would release since arriving in this world.

Under the gaze of the archers and the men he had asked to retreat, Jon shouted, "YOL TOOR SHUL!" He released the words for fire, inferno, and sun in the dragon's tongue, causing his words to explode immediately, sending a huge wave of fire forward and flooding the sea of dead with fire.

The creatures were soon engulfed in flames, hundreds of them disappearing immediately, while the dark sky was lit with their flames. The entire camp heard his words like thunder, and the explosion in the north made everyone look immediately towards the firelight, while the undead were consumed by the flames on that side of the camp. Jon didn't stop there; while burning the entire forest in front of him, he knew this wasn't enough.

"I must reach the other parts of the camp." He quickly moved to another area of the camp, as both the eastern and western parts were under attack.

He first ran to the eastern side of the camp, entering the part near the forest while cutting through the sea of dead with his dual-wielding, and as soon as he found an opening, he released another Shout in that forest.

"YOL TOOR SHUL!" Once again, everyone saw the second explosion of fire emerging as the undead were consumed and the forest was set ablaze.

"Now only one side is left." By setting the forest on fire, he could stop the advance of the dead, so he ran through the camp while everyone let him pass with fear and went to where the archers of Tormund's tribe along with Ygritte were trying to stop the advance of the dead.

"Retreat!" Jon shouted as he entered the vanguard on that side. "FUS!" He used his Shout once again to push back the dead, and the Free Folk men ran as he had asked, in fear.

With more space, he released his breath of fire once more, and the entire forest along with more than 100 dead were burned alive as the flames destroyed everything in their path.

His work there was to leave the entire forest in flames, except for the southern part, which seemed to work. The undead were burning within the forest, and their movements had finally stopped, with some still managing to come out, but the archers could deal with them, at least those who were not looking at Jon.

The entire camp was looking at him strangely since this man had used a power never before seen by them, and he generated explosions of fire while releasing those thunders in an incomprehensible tongue.

Jon didn't care much about that as he retreated to the center of the camp, pleased that the situation was more under control. But something happened at that moment; the flames from the north seemed to diminish, and this was felt by everyone, as everything was illuminated by the fire.

Jon heard people screaming on that side and narrowed his eyes but was surprised to see the archers who had been holding the line running towards the center of the camp with a look of desperation.

"Why are you running?" Jon asked, frowning.

"He's here! They've arrived!" The man shouted at Jon.

"Who?!" Jon asked.

"The cold shadows!!! The ice gods are here to kill us!" A man spoke as he looked at him in fear.

"Tsk. What's going on..." He murmured before heading to that side, as the dead were invading the camp at that moment. "Hold formation, eliminate all their advance!" Jon shouted to the Free Folk to keep morale and continued advancing north, while cutting down a dead here and there that ran towards him.

It didn't take him long to reach that side after reaping many dead, and he finally saw why the men seemed so scared. Among the flames, there was a being. The flames receded in its presence as the undead passed through that opening; it was as pale as snow, with bright blue eyes and a tall, thin body.

Jon noticed how it looked at the camp with evil eyes, "So this is what a White Walker is..." Jon murmured, seeing one for the first time in his life, admitting it was different from anything he had seen before.

The White Walker looked at the camp surrounded by flames until its gaze fell on Jon standing and watching. Their eyes met, and the Dragonborn could feel the disdain for him.

"So you're the necromancer?" Jon asked, and even in that chaos, his voice carried some power. The creature did not respond, just looked at him, seemingly mocking his existence.

"Be that as it may," Jon said, seeing he would get no answers.

Tightening the grip on his weapons, he began to cut down more of the dead approaching him, and he advanced toward the creature. The White Walker looked at him curiously as his weapons touched the wights, causing them to burn the next moment.

It let the Dragonborn approach and merely snorted with disdain, and Jon didn't care as he tried to cut the creature, which made him raise an eyebrow when the White Walker dodged his cut with just its body.

'So they are faster than humans... as fast as vampires...' Jon thought, but soon smiled, 'However, I am an expert at killing vampires, except for Serena, since she was a great lover.' With that, Jon began to increase the strength of his attack.

The creature began to struggle to dodge the attacks of this human, and at one moment, it found itself hit by Jon's sword. Its luck that although it was a magical sword, it wasn't magical metal, which caused the sword to shatter like glass as soon as it hit the skin of the creature.

'Is he immune to metal?' Jon asked curiously, strangely calm for the situation, while the White Walker looked at him with a bit of anger, as if questioning how that human dared to touch him.

It quickly pulled out a spear and tried to hit Jon, who moved to the side, avoiding the cold blade, stepping back a few steps. Jon spun his body with the only sword and clashed with the next attack of the White Walker, but again his sword exploded into fragments.

'Again, even your blade has this effect?' The creature looked at him with a tone of victory, Jon maintained a serene look even without a weapon, even the dead had stopped attacking him, seeming like the White Walker was commanding to kill him personally without interference.

As it attacked Jon, the Dragonborn quickly launched a silent shout, "Su Grah!" making himself faster and dodging the blade, leaving the enemy a bit surprised. He tried to stab Jon again while turning his body quite calmly.

"What's the matter, are you having a hard time there?" Jon asked with an arrogant smile. The creature frowned and tried to hit him with intensity, but Jon, seeing he couldn't last much longer since, by this moment, the camp was infested with wights, knew he had to end this.

After dodging another attack, Jon spun his body, took a deep breath, and turned his face towards the White Walker as he launched another Shout. "RUS FO!" The force wave took the White Walker by surprise, making it get thrown back against a tree while catching fire, which was extinguished just by its presence. The pale man fell to the ground at that moment, and Jon saw its spear on the ground.

"Let's see this..." Jon said as he approached and fearlessly picked up the weapon, which had no negative effect on his hand as soon as he grasped the cold weapon.

"This looks like Stalhrim... how strange..." He shielded the tip as he spun the weapon to feel its weight and closely examine the metal.

The creature began to rise from where it had fallen, but the White Walker no longer had a look of disdain; there was surprise, curiosity, and even fear directed at Jon as it saw him assessing its weapon.

"Don't look at me like that." Jon just smiled and decided to finally end this to deal with the wights in the camp.

The creature looked at him, and the dead, who had until then ignored Jon as they ran towards the camp, suddenly changed the direction of their run and saw the Dragonborn as their target at that moment. Jon looked at this with amusement, seeing that the creature was trying to protect itself, especially with the number of undead standing between Jon and the White Walker at this moment.

Jon didn't think much, he just spun the blade once more and leaned his body to the side, while his arm was poised with the spear behind him, preparing to throw it.

He quickly propelled his body, throwing the spear with such force that he didn't even care about the dead in front of him, as the spear went at a speed breaking all the skeletons in that place while penetrating deeper into the crowd until it found its true target, who didn't even have time to react when it saw the last of the dead breaking and its own spear piercing its chest, taking it by surprise.

The creature threw its body back before balancing itself again, looking down to see that it was the weapon it used to kill its enemies, today it was being killed by it. Its body quickly started to crack, expand, and break, the next moment it exploded into pieces with a stone of ice.

The creatures around began to fall to the ground, making Jon see that the death of the necromancer also ended its magic. Everyone in the camp was surprised when they saw the dead that were surrounding them, falling to the ground motionless.

Jon nodded in satisfaction, there were a few wights that hadn't fallen, but they were the vast minority and were quickly dealt with by fire. Jon walked over to the blade in the broken body of the White Walker and picked up that spear, liking the idea of using it for now. Now he had to return to the camp to see if Lucis was okay.