Skyrim System In Westeros

Despite sharing the same name, these wights were far superior to the Night King's wights in the North. The Night King's creations were simple reanimated corpses, akin to those conjured through necromantic magic. They obeyed their summoner, relying on their resistance to pain and lack of fear of death, but their individual combat strength was weak. Wright could dispatch them with ease, as if cutting through weeds.

However, the wights in the Dragonlord tomb were a completely different matter. These warriors, in life, had been the most loyal soldiers of the Dragonlord family. Upon the death of the lord they served, they willingly participated in a ritual, sacrificing their lives to be entombed alongside their master. Even in death, they continued to protect the one they had sworn loyalty to.

These warriors, who had willingly embraced death, were clad in the armor they had worn in life, wielding weapons that symbolized their honor. Most importantly, they retained a faint trace of their souls. The ritual they underwent ensured that, after their eternal slumber, only those bearing the bloodline of Rahgot could safely enter the tomb. For outsiders lacking this lineage, the magic imbued in their bodies would awaken the wights, signaling the presence of enemies.

As the wights stirred to life, most were still adjusting to their bodies, while a few began to search their surroundings. Wright, still under the effects of his stealth skill, crouched nearby. One wight from the second layer of niches tumbled down in front of him, while another from the third layer fell directly onto his back.

The flames of his Flame Cloak spell erupted, engulfing the wight on his back.

"Ha~~~"

The wight let out a raspy growl as the flames burned its decayed form. Seizing the moment, Wright threw it off. The other wights in the hall turned toward him, their undead gazes locking onto their intruder.

With his stealth broken, Wright faced a choice: flee immediately or stand and fight.

Having come this far, Wright would not leave without uncovering the secrets of the tomb. Gripping Dark Sister, he slashed at another wight.

Fighting the Night King's wights had been like mowing down grass, costing him little more than stamina. These wights, however, retained their souls and were a far greater challenge. Wright swung with full force, testing their strength.

The wight managed to raise its shield in time, though it was barely able to withstand the blow. The tremendous force sent it flying to the ground, its shield shattered and flung to the side. Despite the powerful strike, the wight wasn't seriously injured and struggled to rise again.

Another wight, its body aflame, ignored the fire as it gripped its sword in both hands and slashed at Wright.

Clang!

The sharp ring of steel echoed through the tomb as Dark Sister clashed with the wight's greatsword, the sound reverberating far down the ancient halls.

The wight's strength was immense, far surpassing that of any normal human — a result of the blood magic that animated them. Dark Sister, a slender and agile single-handed blade, proved its worth as Wright deftly exploited an opening while the wight prepared for another swing. He thrust at its neck repeatedly, his final strike severing its head.

After the decapitated wight collapsed, Wright picked up its greatsword to examine it. The blade had left only a minor nick on Dark Sister during their clash. Through smithing and enchantment detection, Wright confirmed the weapon was made of the finest steel, refined to an excellent grade. Though it bore no enchantments, its craftsmanship was remarkable. Despite its age and the rusting of its surface, it far surpassed the quality of most modern weapons.

These wights, in life, had been highly experienced warriors. They possessed great strength and skill but lacked the agility Wright had. Confident now, he realized he could take them on.

Meanwhile, the remaining wights had formed a defensive formation. Those with shields and swords stood at the front, while others wielding greatswords positioned themselves behind. Two archers took up flanking positions. At the center of their ranks stood a fully armored wight, pointing its sword directly at Wright, issuing a silent challenge.

Two arrows shot toward Wright, but he swiftly dodged, raising his hand to retaliate with a Chain Lightning spell. The lightning arced between the wights, scorching their limbs, but they maintained their formation and charged at him.

These wights possessed resistance to magic!

In the underground space, Wright was reluctant to use his Dragon Shout at full force, fearing it could collapse the cave or even draw him into the destruction. The spell's effectiveness wouldn't be ideal either, so he opted to conserve his magic. With a roar, he enveloped himself in Ice Armor, now protected by three layers of magic. His right hand gripped Dark Sister while his left held the wight's greatsword, and he charged into the fray to engage in close combat.

The clash of weapons and the growls of the wights filled the air as Wright fought. Outside the stone door, Nymeria and Tyene heard the noise within. They exchanged a glance, grabbing their weapons before rushing inside.

Upon entering the hall, they saw Wright battling a group of withered undead warriors. Broken limbs and discarded weapons and armor littered the floor. Without hesitation, Nymeria joined the fray, her well-crafted equipment allowing her to fight with confidence. She coated her spear with a fire-infused alchemical potion made by Tyene. Each strike she made caused the wights to briefly freeze, their bodies stiffening as magical flames erupted from their wounds.

Wright felt the Fire Elemental return to his side. He couldn't afford to worry about the two women now, so he directed the Fire Elemental to attack the wights.

With the battle fully underway, Tyene overcame her fear, following Nymeria and the Fire Elemental. She moved behind them to deal finishing blows to the fallen wights, crouching down and thrusting her dagger into the skull of a downed wight. Each time she pulled it out, flames engulfed the wound, eventually reducing the head to a charred, unrecognizable mess.

Wright had already slain several of the wights. Their greatswords had shattered upon impact, and he had driven one of the sword hilts into the chest of a wight, kicking it toward Nymeria. She swiftly reversed her spear and pierced the wight's skull.

"Ah!"

Nymeria screamed as one of the wights, resisting the Fire Elemental's magic, continued its attack despite a fatal wound to its throat. The wight's greatsword struck Nymeria's armor with immense force, knocking her to the ground. Fortunately, the Valyrian steel armor Wright had crafted for her held strong, preventing it from being cleaved open.

Wright glanced over at the fallen Nymeria. "Don't try to overpower them. Their strength exceeds that of humans!"

The Fire Elemental moved ahead, launching fireballs at the wights. The battle shifted, with Wright and the Fire Elemental on the frontlines while Nymeria and Tyene followed behind, supporting and finishing off the enemies.

With the wights' well-made weapons and immense strength, having reinforcements allowed Wright to avoid being overwhelmed. His triple magic defenses, combined with the fire damage from Dark Sister, quickly wore the wights down.

When the last armored wight's head hit the floor, the battle came to an end.

Wright turned to the two women. "Are you both alright?"

"We're fine. So, these are the reanimated dead you mentioned?"

Wright picked up two shields and handed them to them. "They were soldiers who volunteered to guard their tombs. They were altered by magic, making them far stronger than humans, and they retain their souls. Their battle experience and skills are formidable. Hold onto the shields and protect yourselves."

He crouched down to inspect the wights' armor, which had fused with their shriveled flesh, making it impossible to remove.

Nymeria took one of the shields and strapped it to her left arm. "Are you still going inside?"

Wright surveyed the battlefield littered with debris. "We've come this far. I won't leave without knowing what's deeper inside. Come on, follow the Fire Elemental."

Wright picked up another shield, testing its fit, then continued deeper into the tomb, leading the way for Nymeria and Tyene to follow.