Chapter 409: The Perspective of the Gods

The following morning.

The sky was more overcast than it had been in recent days. With the approach of the White Walkers, the cold once again enveloped the vicinity of the Twins.

Thud, thud...

The Dothraki camp was bustling once again. The sound of horse hooves echoed continuously, and people were shouting in the harsh Dothraki language.

Soon, smoke from cooking fires began to rise.

"Khal."

"Khal."

The number of people coming and going from the Khal's tent increased, but few knew what had transpired the previous night.

This included the arrival of the red-robed witch and her silent conversation with Viserys about her faith in the Lord of Light.

"Even so, I still find it difficult to understand what the Lord of Light wants to tell me."

After a night's rest.

Viserys, who had gotten up early in the morning and dealt with some official duties, was wearing a loose robe. His silver-gold hair was not tied up but freely spread out.

He glanced at Melisandre, who was still dressed in a red robe.

She had returned from her travels in Westeros and had since stayed in the army. The witch still wore that dazzling red gemstone necklace on her chest and was now sitting quietly on a cushion at the table.

Her coppery hair was braided and hung down her chest. She seemed more energetic than the day before, and her red eyes seemed to flicker with flames.

"Can you tell me exactly what you saw in the revelation of the Lord of Light yesterday?"

Melisandre's expression was calm as she slightly raised her delicate chin and asked.

"Perhaps I can help you."

Melisandre was also curious about what Viserys had seen after staring at the fire for so long yesterday.

But it was too late yesterday to ask in detail. Today, she had time, and she also had her own curiosity.

Viserys hesitated slightly, then nodded.

"Yes."

Melisandre was a follower of the Lord of Light, R'hllor. There was nothing to hide from her about the Lord of Light, especially since she needed her to provide some explanations.

He then detailed what he had seen when he looked into the fire yesterday.

Simply put, what he saw in the flames was like a slightly abstract dream. He saw a sky full of red light rising, and in the distance was a deep, unfathomable darkness.

Everything around was enveloped in these two lights, intertwined and indistinguishable. Underneath it all, many insignificant details caught Viserys's attention, all of which he told Melisandre.

After Viserys had explained everything in detail, Melisandre fell into thought. The room became silent, with only the crackling sound of the fire.

"Is that so?"

Melisandre's red gemstone reflected the firelight. She was silent for a while before speaking again.

"The red light may represent the divine power of R'hllor, and the darkness represents the Cold God."

"Your Grace, what you saw may be the battle between the Lord of Light and the Other."

Melisandre gave a simple analysis of Viserys's dream. She judged that the Lord of Light intended to let Viserys see the scene of the divine battle through His eyes.

The current power comparison between the two sides is reflected on the human battlefield. Humans have retreated to the Twins, and the influence of the Lord of Light's divine power has also retreated here.

The profound darkness that Viserys saw in the north might be the North, which is now completely swallowed by the cold.

However, what the gods see and what mortals see are completely different. In the eyes of R'hllor, it is just a world filled with monotonous colors.

"Melisandre, are you saying... I experienced the perspective of R'hllor in the flames?"

Upon hearing Melisandre's analysis, Viserys couldn't help but frown and ask.

"In the eyes of the gods, is the whole world divided by various divine powers?"

"What are we then?"

"Damned pawns?"

"Are we playing a proxy war game on behalf of the gods?"

The entire world is the battlefield of the gods. The clash between the gods is not as terrifying as imagined, but rather like a breeze, a silent battle.

The battlefield is their chessboard, and the pieces are the creatures of the world. The gods, as chess players, control the life and death of mortals, and the outcome of mortals indirectly affects the outcome of the gods.

If this is the case...

Then the gods of this world don't seem as terrifying as Viserys imagined.

Melisandre's expression also became slightly serious, but she shook her head, unable to give Viserys an explanation.

"We must not speak ill of the gods, Your Grace."

What are the gods, how do they operate the whole world, do they have human-like emotions... these can't be comprehended by their shallow understanding.

Melisandre has spent her whole life pondering what the true Lord has revealed to her.

That's why what happened last night happened. The Lord of Light gave her a revelation, and she traveled a long way from King's Landing to the front line to find Viserys.

Then Melisandre continued to try to explain the dream Viserys saw last night.

What Viserys saw yesterday from the perspective of R'hllor was a world where the divine power of R'hllor was strong and seemed to be at its peak when he looked south.

But when he looked north, the profound silver darkness seemed to be running out of strength, but the skinny camel was still bigger than the horse.

This is the battlefield of the gods.

The Lord of Light, R'hllor, seemed to want to tell Viserys that the divine power of the Other was insufficient and running out.

Perhaps this was also the reason why Viserys had a brief confrontation with the Night King when he descended on a dragon last time, and then the Night King ordered a retreat.

"I too have received a revelation from the Lord of Light..."

At this moment, Melisandre suddenly spoke with a complex expression. She looked at Viserys and continued.

"The Lord of Light asked me to come to Westeros to investigate the truth of the resurrection of the White Walkers."

Viserys nodded slightly when he heard Melisandre's words.

At that time, Melisandre had asked for his leave to go to Westeros alone.

It turned out to be a revelation from the Lord of Light.

"Later, I came to Westeros, to the icy North, to the Wall. The true Lord told me again that the Other should not have resurrected at this time."

"He came too early."

"He came too early?"

Melisandre's words were very calm, but they caused a stir in Viserys's ears.

The young man with silver hair frowned and even repeated the sentence.

Because he knew that the White Walkers should not have resurrected at this time.

The whole world was accelerating because of him.