Bloodraven appeared confused and weary. For the past few months, he had been unable to use his powers to watch over the prince that was promised or anyone related to him. A strong veil blocked his sight, preventing him from seeing what was happening. More importantly, he could no longer glimpse the future, as it seemed to be changing with every passing moment. He sensed a powerful force behind it, one that was too potent to influence the past and future deep. It was an invincible power that observed everything, including him, but it had never acted in this manner before, filling him with fear about what might come next. Even the dire wolf Brynden hoped to ally with the Starks, but the same power was involved there as well. From that day forward, everything related to the Starks and future became veiled to him.
Brynden's consciousness returned to his body after another attempt to glimpse the future. His face reflected a mixture of concern and fear as he muttered, "That day, something happened..." It was the day when the sky was adorned with auroras, not once but twice. Brynden felt his powers surge as he observed those blessed by the same mysterious force. Despite his age, he sensed his greenseer magic growing stronger instead of waning.
He delved into the depths of his magic, trying to trace the origin of this unusual power. However, all his efforts led to impossible possibilities, leaving him bewildered. This phenomenon had never occurred in the past, and Brynden couldn't comprehend why it was happening now.
As Brynden pondered over that fateful day, he was struck by another vision: Jon moving in the direction of his abode. After regaining his sight, Brynden took a deep breath, his movements limited. The children of the forest, sensing his sudden disturbance, approached Brynden with concern etched on their faces.
Brynden looked both confused and troubled as he saw Jon beyond the Wall. It was difficult for him to believe how Jon had managed to traverse beyond the Wall earlier than anticipated. He questioned why he could now spy on Jon, unlike before. But what troubled Brynden even more was the magical power surrounding Jon, seemingly repelling his presence as he drew nearer to Jon.
In Skirling Pass, Jon trailed behind Xerneas, his frustration mounting with each step. Xerneas remained silent, brushing off Jon's questions with a cryptic response whenever he dared to inquire about the gods. "There are things mortals shouldn't know, my child," Xerneas would say, leaving Jon feeling ignored and perplexed.
Despite his burning curiosity, Jon found himself grappling with a newfound sense of endurance. He no longer felt the pangs of hunger or thirst, and fatigue seemed like a distant memory, replaced by an inexplicable wellspring of energy. Yet, Xerneas offered no explanations, leaving Jon to stew in his unanswered queries.
After some time, perhaps days, Jon couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He posed the same question again, "Where are we going?" This time, Xerneas broke his silence, stating, "Young heart needs a wise heart; a young king needs wise men." Intrigued, Jon approached Xerneas, eager to understand the meaning behind these cryptic words. Xerneas elaborated, "You are here for a long-distance relative, a man willing to remain loyal to the realm until his last breath." Jon, puzzled by this revelation, asked, "Who?" Xerneas replied, adding another layer of mystery, "A thousand eyes... and one...".
As Jon persisted in his attempts to glean more information from Xerneas, the god remained steadfastly silent. Frustrated by the lack of response, Jon eventually resigned himself to the enigma that surrounded their journey. They pressed on, their path leading them deeper into the Skirling Pass.
However, their journey took a sudden turn when Jon noticed a peculiar sight in the distance. As Xerneas came to a halt, Jon's curiosity drove him forward to investigate further. What he beheld was a chilling sight: thousands of undead beings scattered about, some mere skeletons while others bore the remnants of decayed flesh. Jon, overcome with fear, instinctively recoiled, while Xerneas, seemingly undeterred, advanced forward.
Xerneas took another step forward, its majestic antlers shifting from a vibrant blue to a shimmering gold, with intricate markings and trims adorning them in pale gold hues. Its once-solid colors now danced with a myriad of shades, and Jon watched in fascination, sensing that something significant was about to unfold.
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Suddenly, Jon felt himself lifted into the air, his body floating away from Xerneas and the approaching horde of undead. Panic surged through him as he cried out, the sound echoing and alerting the relentless creatures, who began to converge on his location, oblivious to Xerneas' presence.
In the tumultuous sky above, a fierce thunderstorm erupted, dark clouds swirling ominously as thunder rumbled and hailstones pelted the ground. Jon's vision was obscured by the raging storm, but through the chaos, he could still see Xerneas glowing in the distance.
As Jon floated in the air, he watched in awe as Xerneas shimmered with a dazzling golden radiance, growing stronger with each passing moment. Oblivious to the approaching horde of undead, Jon was transfixed by the breathtaking display unfolding before him.
Without hesitation, Xerneas unleashed seven-colored lightning, the bolts crackling with immense power as they surged towards the encroaching undead. A massive wall of lightning erupted, stretching towards the heavens and blinding all who beheld it. Jon struggled to breathe, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of the uncontrollable power.
Around him, the very air seemed to vibrate with the destructive energy, instilling terror in every soul, be they wildling or Night's Watchman. Even the mighty Wall itself, a symbol of strength and resilience, quivered as if on the brink of collapse.
Amidst the chaos, Jon could only watch in awe and trepidation as Xerneas unleashed its formidable might, every pore of his body bleeding from the strong shockwave of sound and air it caused.
Without delay, Xerneas summoned Jon closer to heal him. Even Xerneas seemed surprised by the level of destruction unleashed, its thoughts swirling with questions like "Is this the power of a Pokémon?" When it unleashed the attack, Xerneas had only intended to use Thunderbolt, but instead, it manifested as a 10,000,000 Volt Thunderbolt, akin to a Z-move, a power it hadn't expected to manifest. Never had Xerneas imagined that a move from 2D or 3D animation could be this disastrous in reality.
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As Jon regained consciousness, he felt the gentle energy flowing through his body, healing him from the aftermath of Xerneas's powerful attack. He gazed at Xerneas, still sparkling with golden lightning here and there. Never in his wildest dreams or imagination had he imagined the destructive capabilities of a god.
Struggling to take in the scene around him, Jon saw that the once-mountainous waves of the terrain had transformed into deep pits. In the next moment, he found himself floating above the vast chasms, while Xerneas continued to stride through the air, remaining in battle mode.
While in the abode of the greenseer, the children of the forest cowered in the corner of the cave, terrified whispers escaping their lips. "The God is angry, his wrath is coming after us... He is coming," they muttered in fear. Brynden, too, was horrified by the thunderous might summoned to the land. He attempted to use his powers to discern the source of such might.
As he peered into the mystical realm, he beheld a horde of undead approaching, bypassing him with eerie purpose. Turning to follow their path, Brynden glimpsed a shadow amidst the storm, but the hail obscured his vision. Then, he noticed a pair of eyes with faint glow, marked with an 'x' as a pupil, surrounded by sparks of golden lightning.
In the next moment, his vision was consumed by blinding brilliance as he felt his soul drift away amidst the destruction caused by the seven-colored lightning. Before long, consciousness returned to his body, leaving him shaken to the core.
Struggling to catch his breath, Brynden turned to find Leaf clutching her head in fear, her movements frantic as she crawled towards the corner of the cave. Their eyes met, and Leaf's expression reflected the terror that gripped her. With a voice trembling with fear, she warned Brynden, "You shouldn't provoke the God. He is coming for us, to punish our kind's sin."
Brynden wanted to inquire how Leaf knew that it was indeed the God who was approaching them. He knew that Xerneas had never appeared in the history of mortal realm in a living form; it was merely a manifestation of the spirit of life. Yet, with each passing moment, he sensed a formidable presence drawing nearer to their sanctuary.
And Brynden was certain that the presence he felt matched the one he had seen in the shadowy vision. When he attempted to wield his greenseer's power once more, he discovered that it was being resisted by the same force preventing him from using it. He longed to ask "Why?" but there was no one present to provide him with an answer.
While in the Land of Always Winter, the Night King felt fear for the first time in ages, an emotion long forgotten in his icy existence. Despite being surrounded by a horde of undead and White Walkers, he couldn't shake the fear of the unknown that gripped him. A strange and potent magic now restrained his powers, rendering his wights useless as his eyes. Yet, he was unwilling to retreat from what he had long awaited. He desired to be the one who brought the storm, not merely one who waited for it to pass.
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