Viserys and the Lord of Light were still allies, at least on the surface, so he naturally had an obligation to get to the bottom of this and see whether he needed to warn her.
Otherwise, if the Lord of Light was defeated, he would find himself under considerable pressure.
Judging by the current strength of the Lord of Light and the Cold God, their magic could influence the entire world. Neither King Ghidorah nor Viserys could handle that at their present level.
Still, Viserys glanced around. Two burning torches remained on the walls flanking the entrance to this level of the Crypt, their flames flickering weakly.
Viserys felt that the Lord of Light might have been eavesdropping on his entire conversation with the female Other, and the feeling was very strong.
In his original world, he would have dismissed such a feeling as so much hot air and paid it no mind. But now he lived in another world where magic existed, along with so-called gods.
He could not ignore such a powerful feeling rising from deep within him. And did it also mean that, whatever he had been doing before, wherever he had been, the Lord of Light had been watching him as long as there was fire nearby?
"The Cold God didn't fully succeed. Or rather, he only succeeded halfway." The female Other raised her head, a faint, strange flicker passing through her ice-blue eyes. "At most, he can control my actions, but not my thoughts. A part of my consciousness has always remained my own, even after my body was turned into what you see now."
"But he still wasn't satisfied with that result, so he taught the Children of the Forest the method he had used to transform me, letting them continue experimenting on the