The blatant provocation enraged the proud Walker.
As a being far superior to wights, it possessed independent thought and will.
Faced with Lynn's taunt, it abandoned composure.
Ice spear raised, pace quickened—it lunged!
Life or death.
Lynn's expert swordsmanship became pure instinct.
Twist. Sidestep.
Longclaw swept upward in a vicious arc, meeting the ice spear precisely.
DING!
A sound like shattering ice exploded through the silent ravine.
Unimaginable force surged through the blade, numbing Lynn's entire arm.
The skin between his thumb and forefinger split. Warm blood streamed down the hilt.
Damn, it's strong!
Lynn used the recoil to leap back several steps.
He glanced at his sword.
Longclaw—Valyrian steel—unscathed.
The dark ripples still flowed across the blade.
Then he looked at the Walker's seemingly indestructible ice spear.
A hairline crack marred the tip.
It works!
Valyrian steel really is their bane!
Joy surged through him.
The Walker noticed too.
It looked down at the crack. Disbelief flickered across its face.
No more testing.
The ice spear whirled into a dazzling storm of strikes.
A forest of spear shadows. Oppressive cold.
Every thrust sharp enough to pierce anything, sealing off all escape routes, forcing Lynn backward.
Lynn pushed his swordsmanship to the limit.
His figure weaved through the impenetrable spear storm.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Metal and ice collided like hail on leaves.
Sparks and ice shards flew through the night.
Lynn was completely on the defensive. Blocking. Dodging.
Each collision numbed his arm further.
Each dodge brought him closer to death.
Damn it!
This thing's combat technique—like it's been drilled for a thousand years! Perfect. No openings!
As a creation of the Night King himself, it possessed supreme battle skill.
The strength boost from Frostheart Grass wasn't enough!
At this rate, I'll die from shock before it runs me through!
I need a plan!
I need to find its weak—
The Walker lost patience.
Its spear attack shifted abruptly.
No more elegant, deadly technique.
Now—simple. Direct. A horizontal sweep!
This sweep carried terrifying, unstoppable force.
Too wide!
Can't dodge!
Lynn's pupils contracted to pinpoints.
Fuck it!
All in!
In that critical instant—madness flashed through Lynn's mind.
His eyes glinted blue. A pure, hidden surge of ice magic flowed silently into the snow beneath his feet.
Ice Magic!
As the newborn energy drained from his body—
The snow in front of Lynn became slicker than the surrounding ground.
All in a heartbeat.
No one noticed the subtle change.
Not even the Walker.
To it, this stubborn human was already dead.
In its understanding, only the great Night King and its own kind could wield this strange ice magic!
Its elegant, swift foot came down hard on the snow Lynn had tampered with.
Then—
It slipped!
Though it adjusted its balance instantly, the deadly sweep faltered—just a fraction. A tiny delay.
Now!
Lynn's eyes blazed brighter than ever!
He didn't retreat. Instead, he charged forward into the sweeping spear!
His body twisted impossibly, sliding along the icy weapon, diving straight into the Walker's guard!
Too close!
Close enough to see the ancient runes on its armor.
Close enough to feel the absolute-zero cold radiating from its body.
Shock filled the Walker's eyes.
It tried to retreat. To impale this reckless human.
Too late.
Lynn's sword moved.
Longclaw slashed upward!
Every ounce of his strength behind it!
HISS—
No resistance.
The Valyrian steel blade—like a hot knife through butter—carved through the Walker's seemingly impenetrable ice armor.
From its abdomen—
Straight up—
Splitting its entire chest open!
The Walker froze.
It looked down at the massive wound.
No blood. No organs.
Only ice-blue crystal—rapidly disintegrating.
CRACK... SHATTER...
A sound like breaking glass.
The invincible Walker—its body of magic and ice—began to fracture from the wound.
Cracks spread.
Then—
BOOM.
It exploded into a shower of glittering ice shards.
Under the firelight, the shards refracted dreamlike colors, then slowly dissolved into the cold air.
As if it had never existed.
The ravine fell silent as death.
Lynn leaned on his sword, gasping for breath. His chest heaved violently.
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