Randyll Tarly had already steeled himself for death.
He had brought with him almost all of the finest hunters in his house, yet within a few short hours, these men had vanished from the face of the earth, incinerated by that terrifying pale fire. It felt absurd to him; creatures like dragons simply should not exist in this world.
He sat rigidly on his horse, sword raised toward the dragon in the sky. He knew it was foolish, but he had no desire to flee, and he doubted he could escape even if he tried. A warrior of honor must die with glory.
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