[Impossible... absolutely impossible!]
Kneeling on the ground, "Robert Arryn" wore a child's face whose muscles twisted with extreme shock, contorting into a savage expression utterly at odds with his age.
The Three-Eyed Raven's consciousness screamed inside his new vessel.
Harmonic Magic was an ancient art whose rudiments he had barely grasped after hundreds of years and countless exchanges with the Children of the Forest.
Nature Magic was an ultimate secret he had obtained only by merging with a Weirwood, sacrificing his freedom and flesh.
He had given Lynn the "seeds" of those two forms of magic as a vicious trap.
That vast, chaotic torrent of information was enough to shatter the soul of any mortal who tried to peer into the realm of gods.
Even if someone survived by sheer luck, they could never truly master the basics without decades, perhaps even a century, of arduous practice.
Yet this man before him...
What had he done?
He had merely closed his eyes and stood there for a moment!
No more than a minute from start to finish!
Flowers had bloomed in the frozen earth beneath his feet, the faint light at his fingertips had healed wounds, and a casual hum had manipulated souls!
Such control... such proficiency...
He was even more accomplished than the Three-Eyed Raven himself!
This wasn't mastering the basics. He had fucking hauled the entire temple home!
Millennia!
It had taken him over two thousand years!
Only then had he brought his understanding of these two forms of magic to its current level.
And this young man had taken a single minute.
Why?!
How the hell was that fair?!!!
A despair and sense of absurdity deeper than even the imprisonment of his body utterly destroyed the Three-Eyed Raven's last shred of reason.
He felt like a pauper