What was that?
An irresistible force tore Lynn's consciousness from his body and hurled it into absolute nothingness.
There was no light, no sound, no time.
Then a will descended.
Cold and immense, it bore an utter hatred for every living creature in the world.
Like a mountain formed from ice tens of thousands of years old, it came crashing down on Lynn's tiny consciousness.
The Night's King? Or the so-called Cold God?
That was the only thought left in Lynn's mind.
This altar, this Dragon Egg-it had been a trap from the very beginning!
His touch had awakened this terrifying being from a slumber that had lasted who knew how many years!
Humm-
Lynn felt his very soul tremble violently.
It seemed that cold will would tear him to pieces in the next instant.
Countless horrifying visions began to appear before him.
An endless army of the dead marched across a frozen ocean and over the crumbling black Wall.
Winterfell lay in ruins beneath the frost.
The enormous Heart Tree he had once seen was frozen into a pale statue.
Eternal night shrouded King's Landing, and icicles hung thick from the spires of the Red Keep.
Upon the Iron Throne sat a figure wearing a crown of ice crystals, blue fire burning in his eyes.
All of Westeros had become a silent, lifeless expanse of ice.
All life, all warmth, all hope had been utterly erased.
Only the stillness of eternal death remained.
No...
Lynn's consciousness struggled frantically, but he could make no sound.
He wanted to fight back.
But against that godlike power, his own will proved laughably fragile.
The cold will seeped into his soul bit by bit, freezing his thoughts and erasing his memories.
He felt himself being assimilated.
His longing for warmth and his attachment