After all, Viserys had already learned from the perceptions and knowledge King Ghidorah shared with him that, in this world, the Lord of Light, R'hllor, was probably the only being who could truly be called a "god," possessing stable and powerful primal power.
Even the Cold God of northern legend perhaps counted as only half of one, though the potential and threat it displayed still surpassed beings such as the Greenseers.
Perhaps, if this calamity of the Others truly swept across all of Westeros, the Cold God could gather enough faith and fear through it to become a "true god" like the Lord of Light.
But these tangled thoughts merely flashed through Viserys's mind before he quickly brought his attention back to reality.
After all, his present goal was not to delve into these so-called deities. He only wanted to resolve the stubborn problem posed by the Iron Islands and utterly sever the spiritual pillar that sustained them.
Viserys turned his gaze back to the Grey King's Great Hall, which had stood on the rocks for thousands of years, recalling the intelligence Varys had previously provided.
Faith in the Drowned God had existed in the Iron Islands for a very long time. It was one of the ancient faiths of the Old Gods, older than the faith of the Seven brought by the Andals. Its history stretched back far beyond House Targaryen's conquest of Westeros, or even their appearance on the Valyrian Peninsula.
It was precisely this faith that made the Ironborn firmly believe "We Do Not Sow," and that raiding was their right to "pay the iron price," granted to them by the Drowned God.
They believed they had no need to toil in the fields like the "greenlanders," nor to master trade. They only needed to seize everything