Prophecy

When Garon decided to come to the Godswood for the meeting, he had considered the motives of the Three-Eyed Crow.

Either he had foreseen a vision of the future, or he had overheard some of Garon's secrets through the Weirwood.

After all, Garon had been transmigrated for half a year; it was impossible for him to have done nothing at Deepwood Motte.

But Garon never expected that the reason he was invited was because of the bloodline of the Glover family.

King of the First Men?

Red-eyed Greenseer?

Bloodline of the Children of the Forest?

The pact between the Glover family and the Old Gods?

These rumors, which existed only in family legends, were actually appearing right before Garon's eyes.

"King of the First Men!"

He could not help but stroke his own red eyes, softly chanting the name the visions of the First Men had shouted, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.

It was not until the Three-Eyed Crow walked to his side and stood beside him that he stopped.

Garon turned his head to stare at the Three-Eyed Crow, his expression composed and calm.

He knew that the Three-Eyed Crow before him, like the First Men before, was merely an illusion.

The true physical body of Brynden was still north of The Wall, inside a cave in the Haunted Forest, fused with a Weirwood.

Therefore, Garon was not worried that the Three-Eyed Crow would suddenly attack him.

And after breaking free from the shackles of the previous illusion, Garon had a feeling in his heart—

It seemed that as long as he wanted to, he could easily break free from the current illusion as well.

After a moment of thought, he scrutinized the illusion of the Three-Eyed Crow and calmly laid out all his questions.

"Who exactly are you, sir?"

"What do you mean by the pact between the Glover family and the Old Gods?"

"Surely your purpose in inviting me isn't just to have me watch these things and chat with you?"

The illusion of the Three-Eyed Crow let out a harsh, unpleasant laugh.

"Of course not!"

After the laughter, the Three-Eyed Crow tapped his cane, causing all the illusions to dissipate.

The entire space returned to the appearance of a green field.

Garon looked focused, knowing that their conversation was entering the main topic.

"I am the messenger of the Old Gods, the Greenseer in the words of the Children of the Forest; names have long since lost their meaning to me."

The Three-Eyed Crow stared at Garon, his voice dry and hoarse.

"As for my purpose..."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It is merely to confirm whether you are the person in the prophecy!"

"Prophecy?"

Garon was stunned; the Three-Eyed Crow's answer exceeded his expectations, and he quickly pressed, "What prophecy?"

"The prophecy of the savior!"

The Three-Eyed Crow said unhurriedly, "However, it is too early to speak of it now."

Garon frowned in confusion, "Too early?"

The Three-Eyed Crow gave a strange laugh and then provided an explanation.

"Although you have awakened the Greenseer bloodline of the Glover family, it takes time for talent to transform into power."

"As for your questions, once you become a Greenseer, you will naturally get your answers."

Garon was stunned, standing frozen in place.

Even in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined that he could become a Greenseer.

In an instant, the image of the wheelchair-bound King Bran flashed through his mind.

Could it be that I have replaced Bran's position?

No way, surely I won't end up with broken legs and spend the rest of my life as a wheelchair king?

Thinking of this, Garon's composure faltered, and he couldn't help but ask again.

"Greenseer?"

"How do you know I have the talent of a Greenseer?"

"Is it just because of my red eyes?"

The Three-Eyed Crow shook his head slightly and explained bluntly.

"If you do not possess the gift of a Greenseer, you would be unable to see the day or anything that is happening right now."

"Only those who possess the Greensight will receive a response from the Old Gods..."

But before he could finish his sentence, the green wilderness where the two stood suddenly began to tremble, and numerous fine cracks appeared beneath their feet.

"This is..."

Garon turned his head to see the cracks gradually widening, realizing that the illusion before him could likely no longer be maintained.

Indeed.

The Three-Eyed Crow frowned and sighed, "It seems our meeting this time has come to an end."

"Glover, if you wish to know more, come to Beyond the Wall as soon as possible."

"I believe I can lend you a hand with what you have been doing over the past six months."

As the words fell, the human form of the Three-Eyed Crow, leaning on a cane, suddenly transformed into a black three-eyed crow.

It flapped its wings and flew away, leaving Garon standing there, lost in thought.

In an instant, the space inverted.

Faintly, the final words of the Three-Eyed Crow echoed in Garon's ears.

"The prophecy is coming; the final symphony of ice and fire is about to be performed..."

As the voice gradually faded away, Garon's eyes plunged into darkness.

Hoo—

When Garon's eyes regained their light, his consciousness had returned to the Godswood.

"Why is it always like this!"

Garon rubbed his dizzy head, unable to help but curse inwardly.

He stumbled back, sitting down on a moss-covered stone behind him, gasping for air.

After several breaths, he gradually recovered.

Garon looked up, staring at the face on the Weirwood before him, his mood turning sour.

"What exactly is the prophecy of the savior?"

"Is it the Prince That Was Promised?"

"But what does this have to do with the pact between Glover and the Old Gods?"

"The family hasn't even passed down a shred of information."

The meeting tonight had not only failed to resolve the doubts in Garon's heart, but had instead created even more confusion.

He looked up, feeling as if he were being shrouded by an omnipresent shadow.

"A Greenseer?"

"The Three-Eyed Crow wants me to go Beyond the Wall?"

Garon stood up, his right hand touching his eyes, pondering why the Three-Eyed Crow would want him to go Beyond the Wall and claim that it could help with his plans.

"Could it be the Children of the Forest and the giants?"

There were too few clues; no matter how Garon turned the thoughts over in his mind, he only felt that the mysteries were multiplying, and he could find no answer.

A long time passed.

Standing before the Weirwood, Garon took a deep breath, suppressing all his chaotic thoughts.

"No matter what the prophecy is, and no matter if the Three-Eyed Crow is playing games,"

"It doesn't matter!"

"My primary goal remains to propose to Sansa Stark."

With his goal clarified, Garon focused and took one last look at the face on the Weirwood.

He stepped back, bowed slightly, and turned to leave the Godswood.

After Garon departed, the eyes on the Weirwood face stared straight at his retreating back.

A cold wind blew, and the leaves rustled, as if responding to a silent prayer.

He had come quickly, and he returned even faster.

In just a moment, Garon appeared at the iron gate of the Godswood.

Looking at the burning torches, he let out a sigh of relief.

Perhaps due to the shock he had just received, after leaving the Godswood, Garon felt his eyes growing heavy and sleepiness surging up.

He did not linger, following the corridor back to his temporary bedroom.

Garon closed the door and threw himself onto the bed.

Instantly, an intense wave of sleepiness washed over him.

Garon barely managed to remove his clothes before falling into a deep slumber.

I do not know how much time had passed, but a Three-Eyed Crow appeared in the dream of Garon.

It flapped its wings and soared high, leading Garon toward an unknown place.

They crossed high mountains, flew over the Wall, and stepped into the Land of Always Winter.

Just as Garon followed the Three-Eyed Crow, weaving through the heavy snow, a strange phenomenon manifested.

Countless gnarled, dragon-like tree roots suddenly emerged from the void and pierced through his body in an instant.

At the same time, two ferocious dragons burst forth from the sky.

One dragon spewed raging flames, while the other unleashed freezing frost, attacking from front and back, engulfing the roots that had pierced Garon's body in a frenzy of ice and fire.

The Three-Eyed Crow flapped its wings, quietly witnessing the scene before it.

It was as if everything had been destined.