With the weirwood cutting off his energy supply, the Three-Eyed Crow could no longer draw power from it or return to his own time and reality. He could only endure boundless terror and despair as Myracis slowly devoured him.
Although the magical energy within the Three-Eyed Crow was largely cold and sinister, to Myracis it had something of the effect of a nourishing tonic for the soul.
The avatar the Three-Eyed Crow had sent this time carried his primary consciousness, along with a considerable amount of the Old Gods' power accumulated by the weirwoods of his era.
Through countless lessons learned while correcting the course of established history, he knew that no anomaly was easy to deal with. He had therefore already taken Danyla, this aberration, seriously enough.
Yet the Three-Eyed Crow had never imagined that Danyla could directly control the weirwood and sever his connection to the sacred tree.
Not only had the Three-Eyed Crow's operation ended in complete failure, forcing him into a long slumber to restore his consciousness, but he had also squandered a vast amount of the Old Gods' power.
As Myracis finished devouring the Three-Eyed Crow, no one noticed that many ancient weirwoods across Westeros had begun to yellow and wither.
The weirwood on New Dragonstone Island, however, suddenly shot up to over three meters tall. Its black-and-white branches and blood-red, dragon-claw-shaped leaves looked especially vibrant.
As the weirwood grew wildly, Danyla felt strange changes taking place within her own body. Her perception and all five senses seemed to have improved greatly.
Ever since arriving in this world, Danyla had been wary of its elusive, uncertain gods. She had treated every religious faith with reverence and caution.
Whether the Seven, the Old Gods, or the countless greater and lesser deities of Essos to the east,