At Lynn's low command, a warm power flowed from his palm and instantly enveloped Melisandre's still-warm corpse.
A moment later.
Lynn felt an invisible force draw a sliver of blood from his body.
It was only a little, but he could clearly feel his vitality ebbing away.
So this was the price of resurrection.
Using king's blood as fuel to kindle the flame of life.
If he had it himself, it could only draw from him. If he didn't, it had to draw from someone else. It was that simple.
Lynn frowned slightly.
It seemed this resurrection technique wasn't something he could use carelessly. In fact, it looked more like some kind of dark art.
Why did it specifically require special blood like king's blood?
Lynn felt as though he had caught hold of something.
Then a faint weakness crept through his body. It wouldn't affect his ability to fight, but it was unpleasant all the same.
"Someone."
Lynn called toward the door.
"Go find me some herbs to replenish my blood."
"Yes, my lord!"
The Gold Cloak stationed outside didn't dare delay. He immediately turned and ran off.
Just then.
Hurried footsteps sounded from the other end of the corridor.
"Lord Lynn!"
Cersei, Liana, and Sansa rushed in, their faces full of worry.
The commotion in the Tower of the Hand had been so loud that they had thought something had happened.
But when they rushed into the hall and saw the scene before them, all three froze.
The corpse of a woman in red robes lay on the floor.
A bloody hole gaped over her heart, and blood had pooled across the floor.
Lynn stood beside the corpse, his expression unreadable.
None of the three women were strangers to seeing the dead.
With barely a moment's thought, they