Deathly silence hung over the hollow.
Only the crackle of the campfire and the sound of heavy breathing broke the stillness.
Everyone stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the figure in the center of the clearing.
Lynn.
He held Longclaw in his hand, his body covered in glittering shards of ice that sparkled in the firelight.
What had just happened?
That dead creature, impervious to blades and all but invincible...
Was just... gone?
Their commander had shattered it with a single stroke?
"We... won?"
A young Ranger stammered the words, his voice trembling.
"We... won!"
"Our lord won!"
No one knew who shouted first.
The next second.
"Whooo!!!"
"Our lord is mighty!"
"Long live Lord Lynn!"
Deafening cheers erupted through the silent hollow like an avalanche!
The wild joy of surviving certain death, mingled with awe for the strong, set every soldier's emotions ablaze.
They threw down their weapons and surged toward Lynn.
"Old Gods above!"
"That was incredible!"
Torrhen's and Jason's faces were also alight with fervor.
As they watched the men toss Lynn into the air, their eyes shone with undisguised adoration.
This battle had overturned everything they thought they knew.
It had also firmly established Lynn as a godlike figure in their hearts.
They had seen with their own eyes how helpless warriors were before that terrifying White Walker.
Yet Lynn had shattered that monstrous creature with a single stroke!
He was simply too powerful!
Arya cradled the warm Dragon Egg, watching Lynn surrounded by his men.
Her gray eyes shone as though they held an entire sky of stars.
Her little face brimmed with pride.
Look!
That's my Lynn!
He's greater than any hero in the stories!
After the men set him down, Lynn's chest was still heaving.
That battle had drained almost all