Arya's steady breathing in his arms brought Lynn back from the grand "God-Making Plan."
He carefully carried the exhausted little girl to bed and tucked her in.
Looking at her face, which still held a trace of excitement even in sleep, Lynn felt his heart soften.
His weakness was also his armor.
What he had to do was make that armor more indestructible than any weapon in the world.
But before that, he needed to clear out the jackals watching from the shadows.
He had been gone for more than half a month. The winds of Westeros had likely long since changed direction.
The next moment.
Greensight.
In an instant, the entire world expanded infinitely within his perception.
The whispers of wind and snow, the rustling of leaves, the distant howls of direwolves...
Countless tiny sounds converged into a torrent of information that flooded his mind.
His consciousness followed the tangled network of roots, spreading across the North and even all of Westeros.
His target was clear-the Iron Islands.
He saw Theon and Asha's sudden return.
And the three Faceless Men who had appeared in the thick fog.
His consciousness finally reached those barren islands, battered by sea winds all year round.
Chaos, brutality, greed...
Countless negative emotions belonging to the Ironborn battered his perception like tangible noise.
Following the source of the wildest, most chaotic presence, Lynn found him.
Euron, the Crow's Eye.
Inside a dim cabin, Euron Greyjoy sat alone, letting out a deranged chuckle at a mirror polished from obsidian.
The mirror reflected not his face, but a mass of distorted shadows.
Countless eyes seemed to peer out from those shadows.
Lynn's consciousness did not alert him. It merely swept past silently, like a gust of wind.
He saw Euron's plan-the true purpose hidden beneath the assassination