The ice-crystal spear had already surpassed the speed of sound the instant it left his hand.
It tore through the air, leaving a long white trail behind it, like an ice dragon descending from the heavens to strike the tiny figure on the ice.
Only a dazzling, deathly white remained in Euron Greyjoy's single eye.
Before he could even react, a deadly chill capable of freezing his soul swept over him.
It was over.
That was the last thought that flashed through his mind.
And yet...
CLANG-!!!
A clear, resonant note that had no place in a collision between ice and iron suddenly rang out, like the tolling of an ancient bell!
The sound carried a strange magic, drowning out every clash and scream on the battlefield.
Then, before the uncomprehending eyes of everyone present...
The ice-crystal spear, powerful enough to pierce dragon scales and hard enough to batter a city wall, shattered inch by inch the instant it touched the black steel armor on Euron's chest!
It was not knocked aside. It was not deflected.
Starting at the tip, it simply turned into glittering ice dust, inch by inch, and drifted down.
It was as though the black armor were a red-hot iron, and the spear nothing more than a fragile icicle.
The armor had actually nullified the magic!
"Ha... hahahahahaha!"
Across the deathly silent battlefield, Euron Greyjoy's laughter rang out unchecked, driven to utter madness by his escape from death!
He looked down at the Valyrian steel armor on his chest, perfectly intact, without even a single scratch.
Then he looked up at the man on the cliff, whose face finally showed a trace of surprise, and laughed until tears streamed down his face.
"It's useless! Lynn! Your magic doesn't work on me!"
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