"We need to move. The real battle is still raging elsewhere as we speak," Snow said, turning toward a specific direction.
"I can sense an overwhelming aura emanating from over there… most likely, our main forces are locked in a life-or-death struggle against the enemy's leaders. I was planning to head there as soon as I'd recovered my strength, but now that you're here, we can go together."
"Wait. If what you're saying is true, there's no point in bringing the others," Oliver replied, handing Sansa over to Ghost and his men.
"It'll be just you and me."
Snow gave a slight nod.
"No objections. I think it's better that way."
In a battle of that scale, bringing along ordinary soldiers was pointless—they'd be annihilated before they even got close.
Oliver Khan was the bare minimum in terms of strength to participate.
Once they had made their decision, they prepared to move out immediately and join that final battle.
But just as they took their first step forward, they froze.
