Harrenhal, the colossal castle scorched by dragonfire, now displayed its new master's majesty to all of Westeros as never before.
The banners of House Tyrell hung beside the Three-Headed Dragon banner, proclaiming that the richest lands in the South had submitted.
Inside the hall, Olenna Redwyne was discussing the details of the transfer of power in the Reach with Lynn.
After her initial shock, the Queen of Thorns had quickly regained her shrewd, pragmatic composure.
Since she had already bent the knee, she would secure the greatest possible benefits for House Tyrell.
Loras Tyrell stood behind Lynn like a loyal guard.
The look he gave Lynn now held an almost fanatical reverence.
Returning from the dead was an experience powerful enough to change anyone's faith.
Margaery stood beside Lynn and poured him another cup of wine.
Her face carried a trace of the uncertainty of someone newly entrusted with power, but more than anything, it held the sweetness of being beside the man she loved.
Everything seemed perfectly orderly, the fruits of victory being gathered one by one.
Just then.
Lynn's hand stopped in midair, wine cup and all, without warning.
An indescribable sensation suddenly exploded from the deepest reaches of his soul!
Heat that could burn all things to ashes, cold that could freeze time and space.
Two diametrically opposed powers collided wildly inside him.
[The aura of the Lord of Light's authority surged!] [The aura of the cold gods' authority surged!] [Ice magic and fire magic have unlocked a new tier.] [Ice magic, legendary (0/1000000) → divine realm] [Fire magic, legendary (0/1000000) → divine realm]
Humm-
A low hum resonated through the air.
Everyone in the hall felt an inexplicable pang of dread.
Olenna's sharp eyes snapped toward Lynn.
She saw his face turn pale in