Game of Thrones: The Dangerous Traveler (MULTIVERSAL)

GOT: The Dangerous Traveler 15

Lyn Corbray X

Year 282 AC – Mantarys

The duo spent hours in the room, with no change or progress toward their liberation. But suddenly, something changed.

The air in the room grew heavy, charged with a suffocating energy that made it hard to breathe. The fragments of the purple sphere began to vibrate, emitting an unsettling hum. Suddenly, an orange and red glow emerged from them, growing into an intense flame that floated in the center of the room.

Lyn and Ciri instinctively stepped back, reaching for their weapons. But before they could do anything, the flame began to change. The fire molded itself into the figure of a tall man, his form barely defined by undulating edges of light and heat. His eyes were two burning embers that gazed with overwhelming intensity.

When he spoke, his voice was deep, resonant, as if emerging from every corner of the room at once.

"Mortals..." said the being, with a mix of disdain and authority. "You have crossed boundaries that do not belong to you. You bring chaos to my lands, harboring forces you do not understand. You, intruders, are a threat to the balance I guard."

Lyn, though intimidated, maintained his usual composure and raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly forward. "And who are you to accuse us of anything? Another illustrious host in this grotesque castle?"

The being did not deign to respond immediately. Instead, his burning eyes focused on Lyn, and the heat in the room seemed to intensify. "Your irreverence is typical of mortals. I am R'hllor, the God of Light, the Lord of Fire, and the Guardian of Life. And you, insignificant faceless man, are less than nothing to me."

Lyn swallowed, though he tried not to show weakness. "Oh, a God... How convenient. Do you have anything more than divine arrogance, or did you come here to give us a lesson?"

Ciri intervened, stepping forward. "We are not a threat. What happened here was not intentional. We do not mean to disturb anything. We just want to survive."

R'hllor turned his gaze toward her, and the intensity of his eyes made the heat envelop her as if she were standing at the edge of a bonfire. "You... outsider. You are not from this world. Your mere presence tears at the fabric of this reality, attracting horrors that should never have set foot on these lands. You make everything more difficult. Your existence here is a challenge to the natural laws I oversee."

Ciri clenched her teeth, feeling the guilt and weight of his words, but she did not back down. "I did not ask to be here. If I knew how to stop the Wild Hunt, I would. But in the meantime, I will not apologize for trying to stay alive."

R'hllor tilted his head slightly, as if evaluating her response. "Survival is the most basic instinct of any being. But you, outsider, are more than a mere mortal. You know this, don't you? The power in your blood, the echo of worlds beyond the reach of my light. That power is what drew the hunters who now threaten my domain. You opened the door for them, or rather, widened it."

Ciri took a step back, as if the words had physically struck her. "They... always find me, no matter where I am. I can't control it."

Lyn, unable to bear the tension, intervened again. "Alright, great God of Fire, what do you propose? Burn us here and now? Because if not, we'd appreciate fewer speeches and more solutions."

R'hllor ignored him, focusing entirely on Ciri. "You may not control it, but you are responsible. Every step you take in this world weakens the barriers that protect it. And if you cannot stop them, I will."

"What does that mean?" asked Ciri, alarmed.

"It means," replied R'hllor, "that if you do not leave this world, your mere existence will be a call to destruction. No, it is already too late. Even if you leave, the door is already open. When they finish with you, no matter the world you go to, they will already have access to this one. It is late, too late. Perhaps I have no other choice..."

"That sounds like a threat," said Lyn, now more serious, placing a hand on the hilt of one of his swords.

"It is not a threat," R'hllor replied coldly. "It is a fact. My domain is not a refuge for the mistakes of other worlds."

Ciri clenched her fists, furious. "Mistakes! Is that what I am to you? I did not ask for this. I have lost everything trying to escape them, and now you blame me for something I cannot even control."

For the first time, something resembling compassion flickered in the God's burning eyes. "Your suffering is not my concern. But the price this world will pay for your presence is too high. Consider this a warning. Find a way to sever your connection to this world; leaving is not enough. If you do not, you will remain in this room until the end of your existence, while my followers attempt to clean up the mess you caused."

The heat in the room reached its peak, and R'hllor's figure began to fade, his final words echoing in the air.

"You have been marked by fire. Remember that."

When the figure disappeared completely, the temperature in the room dropped drastically, leaving Lyn and Ciri in a silence heavy with tension.

"Well," Lyn finally said, with a forced tone of lightness. "That was... intense."

Ciri did not respond immediately, her mind spinning with R'hllor's words. Finally, she murmured: "We need to get out of here. And fast, though judging by that god's words, I doubt it will be easy."

"I completely agree," replied Lyn, tilting his head slightly toward her. "And I think I know how to do it."

Ciri frowned. "What do you have in mind?"

Lyn straightened, crossing his arms as he spoke. "Use your powers here. Inside the room."

Ciri's frown deepened. "What? Why? I can't leave this place. It's protected."

"I'm not saying you leave. Just... use your powers," insisted Lyn, without explaining further.

Ciri shook her head, stepping back. "That's insane. If I do, I'll draw their attention."

"Exactly," Lyn took a step forward, pointing at her. "That's exactly what we want. If the Wild Hunt comes for you, they'll tear down any barrier in their path. Including the one keeping us trapped here."

Ciri's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you crazy? Do you know what that means? If they come, it won't just be to free us. They'll kill anyone in their way."

"And why does that matter?" retorted Lyn, his tone colder than usual. "This place is already a nest of monsters. People who wouldn't hesitate to enslave us or worse. I'm not staying here waiting for an arrogant God to fulfill his threat. If I had him in front of me now, I'd kick him in the balls."

Ciri looked at him with anger and fear. "You don't understand what you're asking. They don't just destroy! They consume. They pursue. They won't stop until they have me."

"I know," replied Lyn, his voice softening slightly. "And that's why it's our only chance. Ciri... trust me. We can escape."

She hesitated, her gaze filled with internal conflict. Finally, she sighed, running a hand through her hair. "This is madness."

"It's what we do best," replied Lyn with a weak smile as he looked at Cirilla's pretty face.

With resignation, Ciri closed her eyes and began to concentrate. The air around her distorted slightly as she tried to use her power. At first, it seemed like nothing was happening. But after a few minutes, Ciri's eyes snapped open.

"Something's coming," she said in a trembling voice.

At that moment, an inhuman scream echoed through the palace, followed by the sound of metal clashing and hurried footsteps. More screams followed, this time of fear and pain. The noise grew increasingly chaotic.

Ciri hugged herself, her face filled with guilt. "What have I done?"

Lyn, however, seemed almost excited. "It worked. I knew it would work."

"Worked? You're insane!" exclaimed Ciri, looking at him in desperation. "This isn't right."

The screams continued, growing closer. Lyn turned to her, and though he maintained a facade of confidence, there was a slight tremor in his voice. "Listen, Ciri. When the barriers fall, use your power and get us out of here. But not to this world. You have to take us somewhere else. R'hllor made it clear we're not welcome here."

She looked at him, her eyes filled with doubt. "What if I can't? What if I don't have the energy? What if they reach us first?"

Lyn placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "You can do it. You're stronger than you think. Just... trust yourself."

The screams suddenly ceased, leaving a heavy silence in the room. Both looked at each other, their hearts racing. A dull sound, like a blow against the room's barrier, echoed around them.

Suddenly, the protections shattered with a burst, and a gust of icy air invaded the place. In the doorway appeared dark figures, mounted on spectral horses, their eyes glowing like embers. The Wild Hunt had arrived.

"Now, Ciri!" shouted Lyn, drawing his swords reflexively, though he knew they wouldn't be of much use.

Ciri closed her eyes, concentrating desperately. At first, she felt something holding her back, as if the shadows themselves were trying to trap her. But then, with a final effort, she broke the connection. A flash of light enveloped them both, and the cold of the place disappeared.

When they opened their eyes, they were no longer in the palace. They found themselves in an unknown terrain, under a different sky, with air that felt... different. In the middle of a forest.

"Where are we?" asked Lyn, looking around.

"I don't know," replied Ciri, still breathing heavily. "But at least we're far, very far," added the young woman, and the duo looked around with distrust.

They were in a new world.