(Third-person perspective)
When Jorah Glover and his party arrived at the scene, they witnessed a shocking sight. The Great Gerion Lannister, a man renowned for his bravery and stature, was kneeling before the Emre the Druid. Jorah had seen Gerion before; he always wore a smile, but today was different. He looked disheveled, mentally broken, and had nearly died in the forest.
After the initial shock and awe subsided, Gerion's mind began to work again. He realized that the coordinated and ruthless attack between the wolf and the bear was far from natural. Such a predatory alliance was unheard of in the wild; wolves and bears were known to be rivals, not collaborators. He clearly understood that this meticulously planned chaos was the work of the Druid.
Gerion Lannister, the Laughing Lion of the Westerlands, regained his voice in a surge of fiery indignation, shouting with a tone of rage and contempt, "Who are you, Druid, daring to be so barbaric towards us? Who are you to command the creatures of the forest against a Lannister troop? You dare ambush the Lannister? You dare attack our caravan?"
His anger burned like Wildfire, his voice echoing across the open space, demanding answers from the enigmatic figure before him. Aermir initially showed no reaction to Gerion's outburst, but after a few seconds, he spoke in a nonchalant tone:
"Are you finished?"
His unhurried demeanor seemed to further enrage Gerion, Gerion, in a moment of desperation, uttered an insulting remark he would later deeply regret.
"You wild thing clinging to a tree..."
Before Gerion could finish speaking, Aermir acted swiftly and powerfully. He gestured with his hands, muttered an incantation, and summoned powerful lightning that struck the ground very close to Gerion, creating patches of scorched earth around him. Gerion was terrified and could only cower on the ground, his horrifying screams echoing in the air.
But this was only the beginning. Aermir raised his hand again, this time making a grasping motion. A massive stone hand rose from the ground, large enough to completely envelop Gerion. It gripped the Lannister like an iron clamp, rendering him immobile.
As for Gerion's loyal followers, they bravely attempted to intervene, but their efforts were in vain. Aermir summoned a strong wind, which blew them backward, causing them to gasp for breath and writhe painfully on the ground.
In this demonstration of magical power, Aermir effectively subdued the once ferocious Gerion and his companions, rendering them completely under his control. Aermir's aura was overwhelming, and the power emanating from his halo seemed inexhaustible. As he gripped Gerion tightly with his stone hand, it was as if the earth itself was plotting against the Lannister lord. The scorched earth struck by lightning crackled ominously, and a sinister, terrifying pulsating energy filled the air.
Gerion's heart pounded, and he could feel cold sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes were filled with unspeakable terror, and he struggled to find his voice. Faced with Aermir's rage, he was no longer a powerful knight of Casterly Rock, but a helpless, insignificant creature.
Aermir moved closer, his eyes piercing Gerion's soul, but Gerion could only see two bottomless masses of darkness, filled with unfathomable power. His voice, though cold and murderous, echoed with a latent threat that sent chills down Gerion's spine.
"Hey kid, have you forgotten who you're talking to? Don't you recognize who's standing in front of you? How dare you say such things to me!"
Gerion, desperately searching for a way out of this perilous situation. He had never faced an enemy like Aermir, and the realization of his own insignificance overwhelmed him. He hadn't witnessed the Emre the Druid's arrival at Casterly Rock while at sea, but when his brother asked him to befriend him, he believed him to be a powerful spellcaster. Gerion never dreamed he would be so audacious as to kill the Lannister. His arrogance had drawn him into this conflict, and now he faced the consequences. He was speechless for a moment, his mind racing, sensing that the next few words might be his last.
Summoning his last shred of courage, Gerion stammered, "I... I apologize, sir. I misspoke. As a guest, I shouldn't have insulted my host, but please understand. I was under immense pressure at the time; it's an undeniable fact that you attacked my troops and slaughtered them, isn't it?"
Aermir responded calmly, saying only one sentence, "No..."
The noble lord received only this one sentence. Gerion found himself at a loss once again. How could Aermir be so calm in this situation? Gerion was a direct descendant of the Lannister. Even the king wouldn't ignore him like this and lie to his face. Gerion asked timidly.
"Sir, are you saying that the wolves and bears attacked my troops without orders?"
Aermir's answer was surprising, "Oh, no... I gave the order."
Gerion snapped out of his daze, completely dumbfounded. He had just confessed in front of so many people. Did the Druid really think these people wouldn't testify against him?
"My lord, I don't understand. You were the one who gave the orders, how could you not have killed my men?"
Aermir's answer was resolute, "Did I let you into the forest, or did I invite you into the forest?"
Gerion, realizing the situation was unfolding, hesitated before replying, "No... sir."
"Didn't you see the warning sign at the edge of the forest?"
"I saw it."
Aermir's tone remained cold and ruthless. "Then the one who killed your men was you, not me."
Aermir's voice rose again, carrying even greater force.
"Do you think that just because you're a Lannister, the rules don't apply to you? Do you think you can swagger around anywhere and do whatever you want without any consequences?"
With each word he uttered, Gerion flinched a little more. Then, Aermir announced in a thunderous voice, "We are not in Casterly Rock! This is the North! Know your place!"
Gerion felt as if the Druid's resounding admonitions were thunderous. Realizing this, Gerion felt deeply ashamed and regretful. He had let his pride and arrogance blind him, ignoring the warnings and signs around him. The power displayed by the Druid clearly reminded him that nobility and bloodline had no influence on him. On this land, the rules were different, and nature itself was a powerful force.
At that moment, Gerion understood the consequences of his actions. He had not only endangered himself but also dragged his men into danger. Their deaths tormented his conscience; he could not escape the fact that he was responsible for their fate.
The Druid's resounding words echoed in his ears, reminding him of the vast difference in power and authority between Druid and the rest of the kingdom. For the Lannister, it was a humbling experience that would stay with him for the rest of his life, Gerion said with deep regret.
"You're right, sir. It was my recklessness that killed my men," Gerion admitted, realizing the gravity of his actions.
Gerion watched in awe as the Druid turned his attention to the bleeding wound on his arm. "Oh, let us mend your arm," the Druid said casually.
The Emre the Druid waved his arm, muttered a few incantations, and within seconds he had repaired the wound on Gerion's arm. Although a scar remained, the injury seemed to have healed completely. Gerion was both surprised and ashamed by the Druid's extraordinary ability. In his surprise, he couldn't help but laugh, for he had grasped a powerful lesson the Druid had taught him.
When the Druid finished treating him, Gerion realized the encounter had served its purpose. Now, in the eyes of the Emre the Druid, he was just like everyone else, nothing special. Realizing this, Gerion began to laugh heartily. He was just an example. To the Druid, he was nothing more than that.
The Emre the Druid turned to Jorah Glover and said, " Jorah, take good care of Lord Gerion and welcome him to the temple. I'll probably be back in about a week."
"As you wish, my lord." Jorah nodded respectfully in reply. He gestured for Gerion to follow him, then turned to the remaining Lannister, who lay sprawled on the ground after the Druid' display of power. "Help your companions to their feet. We have much more to do."
Gerion followed behind Jorah, grateful for the opportunity. The Druid could have killed him easily, and he didn't want to waste this second life. As they walked toward the temple, he couldn't help but reflect on the day's events and the valuable lessons he had learned from the enigmatic Druid.