Chapter 55 - Chapter 55: Killing the Wight

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Just as the wight's frozen hands reached for Lynn's throat—

Lynn's right hand whipped out from his side.

Silver light flashed in the firelit gloom—Valyrian steel dagger! The legendary blade forged in dragonflame, gifted by Ned Stark for saving Bran.

Now!

Lynn gave it no time to react. He'd never trained with daggers—but he poured every ounce of strength into this single thrust. No technique? Speed and power will do.

"DIE!"

Lynn roared. His right hand drove the dagger upward at a vicious angle.

SQUELCH!

A soft, clean sound—hot knife through butter. The wight's hardened skin was paper-thin against Valyrian steel. The blade punched through its jaw, piercing straight through its skull.

The ice-blue flames in its eyes dimmed visibly. Then—gone.

Silence.

The wight collapsed onto Lynn, now a true corpse.

Lynn lay on the floor, chest heaving, gasping. I killed a wight. With my own hands. A grin tugged at his lips. First moving wight I've fought since crossing over. And I proved to everyone—these things can die.

The system's cold notification chimed in his mind.

[Wight Killed. +10 EXP]

Good haul. Worth two wildling chieftains.

"Lynn... you..." A trembling voice broke the silence.

Lynn turned. Jon Snow stood nearby, still holding a burning curtain. He looked petrified—staring at Lynn, at the dagger dripping viscous fluid, at the corpse with lifeless grey eyes.

Shock beyond words.

He saw it. Saw me end that thing with a small blade.

Across the room, Jeor Mormont struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall. Purple bruises ringed his throat. Moments ago, I was one step from death. I felt that monster's terrible strength. And I witnessed Lynn's miraculous counter-kill.

This young man saved my life.

He looked at Lynn—gratitude, shock, lingering fear all tangled in his gaze.

Lynn sprang up, energy returning. He walked to the corpse, bent down, and pulled the Valyrian steel dagger from the wight's skull. He wiped the blade clean on its tattered black clothes.

Then—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Frantic footsteps thundered outside.

"Lord Commander! Are you alright?"

"What happened in there?"

Reinforcements. Alliser Thorne's sour face appeared first in the shattered doorway. He froze at the scene:

Wrecked room. Commander slumped in the corner. Jon Snow holding a torch, dazed. Lynn standing center, dagger in hand. And at his feet—Othor's corpse, eyes now dull grey.

"What... what is this?" The brothers behind Thorne craned their necks, faces full of confusion and alarm.

Lynn ignored them. He sheathed the cleaned dagger, then raised his head. His gaze cut through the crowd, toward the other side of the castle.

Maester Aemon's chambers. Another "surprise" is waiting.

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