"Ah!"
As Danyla passed through the curtain of colored light, she suddenly felt an intense sensation of weightlessness and couldn't help crying out.
But as her consciousness returned, Danyla's expression darkened. She had already fused with that strange weirwood. Countless roots had burrowed deep into her body and become one with her flesh.
Judging by her now shoulder-length hair and the grime on her leather armor, a great deal of time had clearly passed. Perhaps it was only thanks to this weirwood that Danyla hadn't starved to death.
"The Three-Eyed Crow really knows how to scheme!"
Only then was Danyla certain that she had fallen into the Three-Eyed Crow's trap. That mutated weirwood and the sea dragon had probably both been under his control, deliberately placed in her path.
He had known she wouldn't simply pass them by once she saw them, so she had unwittingly walked straight into the trap he had laid for her.
An undying old monster like him really was terrifying. Danyla had thought he would behave himself for a while after Myracis devoured his energy form last time. She hadn't expected him to stir up trouble again so soon.
Still, he had definitely suffered a heavy loss this time. Even if his true body hadn't been destroyed, surely he wouldn't be able to trouble her again for a while?!
Without the protection of the flame rune between her brows, he might really have succeeded. Her consciousness might have died horribly at the hands of the White Walkers, while he took possession of her body.
Danyla now suspected that both Brynden Rivers and Bran Stark in later generations had been possessed by the true Three-Eyed Crow. After all, one bore House Targaryen's dragon king bloodline, while the other carried House Stark's pure First Men bloodline.
But