The interior of the cave was much more spacious than imagined.
A smell mixed with dust and millennia-old ice assailed them, making their noses sting.
The torchlight flickered in the narrow passage, and the mottled shadows on the walls stretched and twisted, as if coming alive.
The walls were covered with murals.
The style was rough, the lines simple.
Yet, it exuded a primal and unsettling feeling.
Just a few glances, and all the Northern soldiers felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the back of their heads.
The first mural depicted a group of humans clad in animal skins.
They knelt in the snow, bowing towards a red eye burning with flames in the sky.
The second mural showed another blue eye descending upon the earth.
Wherever it passed, forests turned into ice sculptures, rivers froze, and the land was covered in ice and snow.
The third mural showed humans in animal skins felling Weirwood trees, and the Children of the Forest appeared, clashing with these humans, leaving corpses strewn across the land.
The fourth mural seemed to have been erased, showing only a Child of the Forest plunging a dagger into a human's chest.
The dagger glowed with a faint blue light, and in the sky, the giant blue eye watched it all.
The fifth mural depicted countless fallen bodies rising from the snow.
Their hollow eye sockets gleamed with the same blue light as the dagger, forming an endless army of the dead.
The last mural showed the surviving First Men fleeing south in panic, pursued by the army of the dead.
Behind them were overwhelming bones and despair.
"The Long Night... This is the legendary The Long Night."
An elderly Ranger's voice trembled, and the sword in his hand was unsteady.
Legends, after all, were not just stories.
These murals were the most intuitive and gruesome record of that catastrophe that almost destroyed all life.
Lynn's gaze, however, did not linger on these murals for too long.
His eyes passed through the narrow passage, falling directly to the deepest part of the cave.
There, stood a platform carved from ice crystals.
Above the platform, something seemed to reflect a faint light under the torchlight.
What was that?
Lynn's heart skipped a beat without warning, then began to pound violently.
He quickened his steps and walked over.
As the distance shortened, the outline of the object became clearer.
An egg.
An egg about the size of a cantaloupe.
It was ice-blue all over, a stone egg with fine scale patterns covering its surface.
It lay quietly on the ice crystal platform, as if it had slept for billions of years, merging with the surrounding ancient ice.
But Lynn knew that this was by no means an ordinary stone.
Its perfect oval shape, the scale-like patterns covering its surface, all pointed to a crazy possibility.
A Dragon Egg.
A Dragon Egg... that had completely petrified.
"A dragon... Dragon Egg?"
Toren, who was following Lynn, also saw the object, his throat feeling as if something was blocked, squeezing out two dry words.
His voice sounded particularly abrupt in the silent cave.
Everyone gathered around, their eyes fixed on the stone egg.
The expressions on their faces were a mix of awe, curiosity, and a hint of fear stemming from their bloodline.
Dragons.
Those magical creatures that only existed on the House Targaryen's sigil.
They had been extinct on this continent for hundreds of years.
Why would its egg appear here?
Appearing beyond the Wall, in this wildling altar dedicated to an unknown deity?
Lynn had originally thought there might be treasure hidden here, or perhaps something blessed.
At worst, it would contain some ancient artifacts like those of the Children of the Forest, or clues about the Others.
Who would have thought that a Dragon Egg was hidden here!
Although it looked petrified, it was still a Dragon Egg!
As long as it was a Dragon Egg, there was a possibility of hatching!
Didn't that little Dragon Girl Daenerys of the House Targaryen hatch three real dragons from three fossilized eggs?
As long as he could hatch one dragon... Robert's throne? Lannister's gold mountains? Or the so-called honor of the North?
In front of Dragonfire, all of it was utter nonsense!
An indescribable heat rushed from his feet to the top of his head, and Lynn felt all the blood in his body burning.
He even had to use all his strength to suppress the urge to laugh out loud on the spot.
He forced himself to calm down, taking a deep breath of the cold air.
Then he reached out his hand, wanting to touch the stone egg.
"My Lord, be careful!"
Toren tensed up and immediately spoke to stop him.
"This place is too eerie, what if this egg is some kind of curse..."
"Yes, My Lord."
Jason also nervously echoed.
The Guards and Rangers all looked at Lynn with worried eyes.
They would rather fight an entire troop of wildlings to the death than have their commander touch such a mysterious object of unknown origin.
Lynn looked back at them, a reassuring smile on his face.
"Don't worry."
He knew what they were worried about.
He also knew that Benjen might have fallen victim to this place, and that this thing should not be touched!
But he knew even more what this Dragon Egg truly meant.
This was the biggest and hardest trump card he could get in this game called 'Game of Thrones'.
How could he face his identity as a transmigrator without taking a gamble?
Fortune favors the bold!
He no longer hesitated.
Lynn's fingers firmly landed on the cold stone egg.
The sensation from his fingertips was cold, hard, and heavy.
It was no different from an ordinary, smoothly polished stone.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Lynn's heart.
Could it be that it really was just a fossil with no signs of life?
Just as he was about to pick up the Dragon Egg.
An anomaly suddenly occurred!
The ice-blue stone egg seemed to be disturbed by the warmth of his palm.
The dragon scale patterns on the surface of the eggshell lit up without warning!
Tiny, web-like cracks rapidly spread from where Lynn's fingers touched, across the entire eggshell!
Crack... crackle... An extremely faint, yet truly present, life pulse clearly transmitted from inside the stone egg to Lynn's palm.
It... was still alive!
Lynn's pupils suddenly constricted to a pinpoint, and the ecstasy in his heart was reignited, more violently than ever before!
However, before he could be happy for more than three seconds.
An indescribable, terrifying will, as if from the heavens, rushed into his mind through his arm, unimpeded!
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