章節 631: Chapter 631: A Miracle
Viserys found himself at a crossroads of choice and he chose the idol, a decision arrived at after deep contemplation.
His reasons were manifold, one of which was the idol's origin from the ancient Valyrian ruins.
The mysterious black mist within Viserys traced its roots to these Valyrian ruins, even its manifestation was articulated in High Valyrian.
This reinforced the myriad connections between them.
The last time a grey mist emerged from the Valyrian ruins, this unnamed idol similarly dispersed it.
The second reason was, upon Viserys's observation, the power brought forth by the golden flames within him seemed somewhat weaker in the unnamed idol compared to the white crow skull.
Both the unnamed idol and the white crow skull harbored a mysterious 'trait', which Viserys found hard to articulate, temporarily referred to as 'divine power' or 'divinity', transcending the mundane to a superior consciousness or force.
They hid themselves well; even after Viserys scanned with his strong psychic power time and again, he discerned nothing from them.
However, once the mysterious golden flame ignited within Viserys, the divinity hidden within the white crow skull and the unnamed idol was suddenly drawn out.
They both craved Viserys's power, while Viserys was somewhat helpless towards the mysterious golden flame burning within him, as it existed in nothingness, untouchable and unburnable, even when placed before a twig, it failed to ignite.
Now that both mysterious entities were so eager to attain it, Viserys could guess that when the two items truly contacted and merged, some magical transformation would surely occur.
Of course.
Whether this change would be for better or worse, he wasn't sure.
But one thing was certain, doing nothing would lead to no breakthrough.
Therefore, after weighing his options, Viserys chose to merge one of them with the golden flame to see what would happen. If it turned out well, all would be fine. If not, he'd address the issues as they arose, the primary goal being to understand what the golden flame was.
The unnamed idol, having relatively less 'divinity', became the best subject for experimentation.
Viserys even left the royal quarters of Maegor's Holdfast for the seldom visited Godswood behind the Red Keep, fearing some uncontrollable circumstances might endanger his family, wife, and children.
But reality laid bare before him, Viserys's caution and prudence weren't unfounded.
Even though he chose the one with less 'divinity' among the two, uncontrollable situations still arose.
Now he could not stop, but could only strive to merge the golden flame with the unnamed idol.
"Once more—"
The silver-gold haired young man sat cross-legged in the center of Godswood, his handsome face tightened as he gritted his teeth, his violet eyes filled with determination.
In the Godswood, the ethereal golden flame enveloped the silver-haired youth, the golden glow pierced through the leaves above, cut through the clouds overhead, and shot straight into the sky!
The golden pillar of light soared from Aegon's High Hill, from the Red Keep's position, reaching skyward and earthward, even though it was deep into the night and many had retired to bed, King's Landing, as the capital of Westeros, buzzed with nightlife and was extraordinary lively.
Many commonfolk in King's Landing, drunk mercenaries, Gold Cloaks on guard, nobles from the Seven Kingdoms visiting King's Landing, and traders,
Now they all set aside what they were doing, dumbfounded as they stared at the magical spectacle originating from the Red Keep on Aegon's High Hill.
"This is.."
In the center of King's Landing, Melisandre, the Vice Principal of the Theological College, stood atop a high tower, staring blankly at the golden flame, her eyes filled with dread, panic, and deep confusion.
"Miss!"
"Miss! Come look quickly!"
On the other hand, in an estate belonging to House Tyrell of Starfall, 'Little Rose' Margaery Tyrell was just about to retire to bed, but was awakened by her maid.
Though slightly displeased, Margaery always remembered her grandmother's teachings, that as a noble lady, she shouldn't lash out like a shrew, but should learn to control her emotions.
She took a deep breath, trying to maintain a sweet smile on her face as she asked, "What is it, Yara?"
"I'll go take a look."
But Margaery's words were cut off halfway, as if choked in her throat, she stood there stupefied, her eyes wide as she stared at the golden light soaring into the sky in the distance, her face filled with disbelief.
To the commoners, this magical scene was nearly a...miracle.
Miss Margaery Tyrell's mind went blank, her mouth slightly ajar, at this moment, only one thought ran through her mind as she muttered,
"Gods above."
Then as if snapping back to reality, she shivered slightly.
"The Gods are manifesting!"
"Quick! Yara! We must make a wish now! If we make a wish now the Gods will surely grant it!"
Margaery's words seemed to awaken Yara from a dream, her best friend and maid, Yara Tyrell, also shivered slightly, suddenly understanding.
"Yes! Miss is right! The Gods are manifesting!"
"We must make a wish now!"
Then, Margaery and Yara, both girls from House Tyrell, sincerely made their wishes towards the golden light soaring from Aegon's High Hill.
They closed their eyes, assumed a prayer gesture, touching their fingers to their foreheads, their expressions uncharacteristically devout.
"May the Gods bless, my wish is to...become the King's Queen."
"Although this sort of steals Margaery's wish, but..."
"The King is just too handsome!"
Margaery's maid, Yara Tyrell, closed her eyes, then imagined herself as the Queen and couldn't help but shiver slightly with excitement.
On the other hand, the delicate and pretty curly brown-haired Rose family's beautiful young lady was also sincerely making a wish.
"May the Gods bless, I hope to become a high and mighty Queen."
Both girls began making wishes at the same time, then opened their eyes together, gazing at the gradually dissipating golden light in the distance, and shared a smile.
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