Jon knew what was coming. He had seen the Night King and knew the true enemy. His plan was clear: unite all the living, forge alliances, and face together the threat beyond the Wall. But that wouldn't be achieved while the living remained divided.
After the fall of the last ruler in King's Landing, Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen emerged as victors in the wars of the south. The Iron Throne was reduced to ashes, and with it, the old order. For a moment, the world believed it could breathe in a new era of unity.
Furthermore, due to consequences of a previous event, Daenerys's curse had ended and she became pregnant. Jonerys was born, a son of ice and fire. Fruit of two lineages destined to face each other, dragon and wolf blood ran through his veins. A symbol of unity in a broken world. But not even a child blessed by ancient blood could stop what was coming.
The north did not wait. Before they could act, the Wall fell.
The Night King crossed without opposition, and his army of the dead advanced with an implacable cold that spread like a curse through every corner of Westeros. From the frozen lands of the North to the golden fields of the Reach, from the Iron Islands to Dorne, no place escaped the icy embrace that followed him.
The south burned with betrayals, the living fought over the ruins of a world that no longer existed, while death claimed the future. Great battles were fought in the fields of Westeros, but the darkness was relentless. Beloved names were extinguished. Heroes, traitors, innocents... all fell equally.
Daenerys's dragons faced the Night King with all their ancestral fire, only to discover a terrifying truth: he was immune to dragonfire. In that devastating battle, only Drogon survived, wounded. The sky, once ruled by wings and fire, became ash and silence.
Kingdom by kingdom, Westeros fell. Each fallen one joined the army of the dead. Each victory of the living was only a pause before the next horror.
King's Landing became the last bastion: a ghostly city, with cracked walls and empty streets. Its inhabitants had fled or perished. Only the last living remained: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Arya Stark, Samwell Tarly, Ser Davos, Tyrion Lannister, Sansa Stark... and little Jonerys.
No armies remained. No allies. No hope.
Only one last city, one last chance...
and an impossible decision.