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Chapter 20: The City's Shield

The plaza's command deck buzzed with purpose, the air heavy with oiled steel and pine smoke. Elias stood before a glowing console, its runes pulsing like a heartbeat, casting shadows on his frost-chapped hands. His cloak, frayed at the hem, snagged on a splintered chair, the wood's rough grain catching his eye. The Lannisters, the cult, the White Walkers—threats loomed like a storm. His stomach growled, the scent of bread from a nearby table taunting him.

"These walls hold our future," Elias said, a grim smile on his face.

[FORTIFICATION: VALYRIAN RUNES. DEFENSE ENHANCEMENT: 100%. EXTERNAL THREATS: MONITORED.]

Tormund shared Free Folk tactics, his beard flecked with frost, his voice a growl. "This is how you fight them. You hit them. You hit them hard. You don't stop." Elias nodded, weaving the wisdom into the DGS's framework. Their strength, our tech—unbeatable.

Corax landed on a Lannister scout's tarnished sigil. "The stone fortress has a target on its back," he quipped, a playful glint in his eyes. "The Lannisters… they're coming for us."

Larra scribbled on parchment, ink smudging under her calloused fingers. "We'll need more iron, more lumber," she said, her voice a low hum. Elias trusted her with the city's fate.

A scout burst in, mud caking his boots, breath ragged. "Lannister banners, two days out!" Elias's heart sank. So soon? Larra nodded, already calculating siege supplies. A cracked goblet on the table caught Elias's eye, its rim glinting faintly. A bad omen? he wondered, unease creeping in.

The scout hesitated, then added, "They've got siege engines." Elias's jaw tightened. "Double the patrols," he ordered, his voice sharp. Larra smirked, "You sound like Jon now." Elias chuckled, the tension easing for a moment.

The training hall was a symphony of hammers, saws, shouts, and laughter, the air thick with sawdust and sweat. Elias stood amidst the chaos, his boots scuffing the rough-hewn floor, pride swelling. His city was alive, thriving.

"Train hard, they're coming," Jon Snow said, his voice resolute, his sword scarred from battles. "The dead are coming."

"My System's ready," Elias replied, a weary smile on his face.

[TRAINING: COMBAT DRILLS. SKILL BORROWED: JON'S SWORD SKILL. RECRUIT STRENGTH: BOOSTED.]

Torak demonstrated air-slashing, his axe gleaming with frost. "This is how you fight them," he said, his voice a growl. "You hit them. You hit them hard. You don't stop." Elias's mind raced, integrating the tactics.

Corax landed on a glowing training rune, its surface warm. "The sweaty crows have a new toy," he quipped, a playful glint in his eyes. "This rune… it's got a story to it."

Jon shared White Walker weaknesses. "They're vulnerable to Valyrian steel," he said, his voice low. "And dragon glass." We need more blades, Elias thought.

A recruit tripped, spilling water, and Corax cawed, "Clumsy crow's watering the floor!" Laughter erupted, but Elias's thoughts darkened. Can we train fast enough? A frayed rope on a training dummy caught his eye, its strands unraveling. Everything's fraying, he thought, resolve hardening.

The outer walls echoed with hammers and saws, the air alive with molten iron's tang. Elias stood amidst the chaos, pride battling dread. His city was strong, but the enemy relentless.

"These walls hold," Elias said, a grim smile on his face.

[DEFENSE: CULTIST AMBUSH. THREAT NEUTRALIZED: 100%. CITY RESILIENCE: PROVEN.]

Tormund slashed through cultists, blood staining his furs. "This is how you fight them," he said, his voice a growl. "You hit them. You hit them hard. You don't stop."

Corax landed on a cultist's Lannister coin, its edges glinting. "The teary attackers have a new master," he quipped, a playful glint in his eyes. "The Lannisters… they're here."

Larra nocked an arrow, her bowstring taut. "We're a team," she said, her voice a low hum. "We're a family. We'll protect our home."

A cultist's torch fell, sparking on the ground. Elias stomped it out, his boot smearing ash. We're holding, but for how long? War horns echoed, chilling his spine.

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