Upon the conclusion of Brynden Rivers' statement, two Children of the Forest glanced apprehensively at Viserys.
Leaf, using the ancient tongue, conveyed the substance of their discussion to Jon Snow.
The weirwoods are targeted by the White Walkers. The last of the greenseers is nearing his end. Without Viserys to accept this heritage, the power of the weirwoods will fade with the Children of the Forest, lost to the annals of history.
Viserys, upon hearing Brynden Rivers' words, showed a faint furrow of his brow, taken aback by the candid revelation of Brynden's intentions.
Yet, he is not Bran, an easily influenced boy. He can walk and fly.
"Why choose me?" Viserys asked after a moment's pause, his silver-gold hair cascading down.
"It was not I who chose you, but the Old Gods," the white-haired old man, ensnared by tree roots, responded with a deep, aged voice.
At that moment, a raven, jet-black with a singular crimson eye on its forehead, flew in.
Flap. Flap.
The Three-eyed raven landed on a twisted root of the weirwood and tilted its head to regard Viserys, then preened its feathers with its beak.
Viserys turned to regard the raven briefly. Their gazes met and then shifted away.
Brynden Rivers observed Viserys' unflappable demeanor. He hesitated before continuing, "Your psychic capabilities are truly astonishing, Viserys."
His voice, thick with awe, revealed that his own psychic power paled in comparison to Viserys', akin to a stream facing an ocean.
Brynden Rivers was indeed chosen by the weirwood for his unique abilities and became the Three-eyed raven. Without the tree's power, he couldn't contest Viserys' prowess.
He had sent Viserys a branch of the heart tree via Bran Stark, embedding his psychic essence within, intending to invade Viserys' dreams using the branch.
A technique known as "Dreamwalking."
The Three-eyed raven excelled at such mysterious arts. However, in this psychic battle, he was decisively defeated.
Viserys' psychic strength was immense, yet he wielded it unknowingly, like a child with a Valyrian steel sword.
He was unprepared for the Three-eyed raven's intrusion.
Still, when Brynden Rivers attempted to discern Viserys' origins, he was utterly crushed.
Like an insect challenging a tree or a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Even in slumber, Viserys' unconscious defense overwhelmed the raven's psychic attack.
Initially, the Three-eyed raven doubted Viserys, suspecting a wizard, an eastern sorcerer, or even a waning deity behind him.
However, glimpsing the sprawling, kaleidoscopic cities in Viserys' dream, he realized his grave misjudgment and lack of imagination.
"Your psychic power is immense; hence the Old Gods chose you," the aged man asserted, trying to stay alert, "But Bran Stark seemed a suitable candidate for the Three-eyed raven too. Why not him?"
Viserys contemplated and then inquired. The elderly man's serene face showed signs of surprise.
"That Stark boy?" He confirmed, "Yes, he had the innate talent, an exceptional psychic power. But compared to you, he's lacking."
"Without you, he might've been the best successor."
The old man's justification seemed valid. The Old Gods' choice for the next greenseer depended on psychic strength.
Bran was talented, yet he couldn't match Viserys. The heart trees favored Viserys.
...
"I am the king of the world of men," Viserys declared after pondering Brynden Rivers' reasoning.
"I hold supreme power," he continued, emphasizing his status, wealth, beauty, and military might.
"What benefits and responsibilities come with being the next Three-eyed raven?"
Given Brynden's openness, Viserys sought clarity.
Being a king, with endless luxuries, why would anyone choose to become a tree?
Considering the Three-eyed raven's plight, trapped by roots, Viserys was repulsed.
However, Brynden Rivers, having lived over a century, was no stranger to negotiations.
"I understand your reservations. As the Three-eyed raven, you needn't stay here," he began, "The weirwoods will fall to the White Walkers, but it's a double-edged sword."
"With the fall of the weirwoods, the power of the Old Gods will be unleashed," his voice raspy with age.
"You can return to your kingdom with the Old Gods' power and reign as king," he proposed.
"You needn't endure like I did, imprisoned by roots, hiding from White Walkers."
"You won't spare them anyway, will you?" he added, suggesting Viserys would confront the White Walkers.
"Becoming the Three-eyed raven... they'll seek you. Together with your dragons, you can vanquish them, guarding the entire world."