Those eyes, burning with eerie blue flames, seemed like two frozen stars from the Seven Hells, scrutinizing them with a gaze that could freeze their very souls.
Time and space froze completely in that instant.
Jon Snow's body trembled with fear.
But the Stark blood flowing through his veins made him force down his instinct to flee.
He drew his dragonglass longsword.
The steel blade gave a low, mournful whine, as though even it shrank from the extreme cold.
"Fight for the living!"
Jon let out a stifled roar and was about to charge toward that nightmarish figure.
"Don't move!"
A hand shot out like lightning and clamped down on Jon's sword wrist. Its strength was unimaginable, making Jon feel as though his wrist bones were about to be crushed.
He turned in stunned disbelief, only to see Lynn's utterly composed profile.
"He isn't here to fight."
"If he wanted to attack, we'd already be dead."
"I'll go take a look. Wait here for me."
Lynn released his grip.
Then he walked alone toward the Night's King, who stood atop the mountain.
One step, then another.
Each step sank deep into the snow with a faint crunch.
That bone-piercing chill was no longer mere cold, but a magical force with a will of its own.
It tried to invade his marrow and freeze his thoughts!
Lynn's mental strength was dozens of times greater than anyone else's, yet even he could barely keep that cold at bay.
Ygritte had collapsed completely.
As she watched Lynn's retreating figure, her mind went blank.
"Lynn..."
She murmured his name.
The Night's King was expressionless. His ice-sculpted face held no emotion belonging to a living being.
He merely raised his hand.
At his gesture, the snow across the mountaintop began to spin violently, forming a