Setting: John Snow stands on the Wall, overlooking the vast expanse of snow-covered wilderness. The wind howls around him as he contemplates the coming battle. His expression is grim, yet determined.

In a low, solemn voice, speaking to his comrades.

We’ve all seen what’s coming. The Night King and his army don’t care about titles, crowns, or castles. They’re here to destroy everything, and if we don’t stand together, we’ll all be dead before long.

He pauses, scanning the faces of those around him.

I know many of you have lost hope, seen things that would break most men. But I also know this: we’re still here. We’re still breathing. And as long as we can fight, we have a chance.

With quiet determination, his voice grows stronger.

It doesn’t matter where you’re from or who your family is. North, South—it doesn’t matter anymore. The only thing that matters is that we stand together. The Wall has stood for thousands of years, and we are its defenders.

Looking out at the distant horizon, his eyes filled with resolve.

The dead are already marching, but so are we. And when they come, we’ll show them that the living won’t go quietly.

Jon grips his sword, his determination unshakable as he prepares for the battle of his life.