The hazy shape grew clearer, little by little, in his perception.
It was not a creature.
There was no heartbeat, no breathing.
It hovered silently at the very center of the sphere of light, forming a perfect oval.
Lynn's breath caught.
A notion so utterly absurd, yet so close to the truth, suddenly exploded in his mind!
An egg!
Was that an egg?
A dragon egg?
The Red Comet that had torn across the heavens, that the sages of the Citadel regarded as an omen of the end, was actually an... egg from beyond this world?!
The realization shook Lynn's entire understanding of the world.
He had always thought the dragons of this world were native magical creatures.
But now it seemed their origins were far stranger than he had imagined.
Perhaps the ancestors of House Targaryen, those shepherds of Valyria, had not discovered dragons in the Fourteen Flames.
Instead, they had discovered the first "Red Comet" to fall from the sky.
Lynn did not act rashly.
The energy storm surrounding the sphere of light was far too violent. Even with his current strength, forcing his way inside would not end well.
He chose the safest and most effective approach.
Wait.
He took Winter back to the edge of the circular basin, found a sheltered hollow, and settled in for the time being.
He waited for seven full days.
Lynn wasted none of that time.
He sat cross-legged, letting the energy, mingled with gold and blood-red light, wash over his body.
This primordial magic from beyond the world was purer and more violent than the magical elements anywhere in Westeros.
Stimulated by this energy, the magic within him circulated at an astonishing speed, purifying itself and growing more concentrated.
Winter lay beside him, three heads watching the basin warily, like