Chapter 511: The Bottomless Pit

The last Green Seer has perished, and Viserys has harnessed the power of the Old Gods.

Eager to join him on his journey, the remaining Children of the Forest consent, knowing that without him, they would merely fade into history.

But when Viserys inquires about other Children, Leaf reveals that they reside within the earth or within trees.

"Within the earth? Inside the trees?" Viserys's face displays evident confusion, prompting Leaf to explain.

"You might not be aware; it's the ultimate fate of the Children of the Forest…"

Born of nature, they return to it, choosing to end their lives in various ways as they near their natural end. Some merge with a Weirwood tree, becoming one with the forest, while others enter the abyss beneath the Weirwood, never to return.

"Before the First Men arrived in what you call Westeros, it was our homeland," Leaf remarked, her usually playful demeanor now serious. Especially when Viserys expressed a desire to glimpse this abyss, she warned of its immense peril.

"It's said to be filled with countless bones, stretching endlessly deep, even rumored to lead to the very heart of the earth."

"Even after living here for millennia, we've never fully explored its secrets."

Directly above this bottomless chasm grows the Weirwood, right beneath Viserys and the Children. If the abyss were to shift, the Weirwood would follow.

Perhaps that's why the Three-Eyed Raven claimed the White Walkers would eventually find him. The Weirwood's existence was like a beacon in the dark, impossible to hide from.

"Could it be that what the White Walkers seek is the entrance to this abyss?" Viserys pondered, delving into the memories of the Three-Eyed Raven, but the answers he found were ambiguous.

Wishing to explore this 'forgotten path,' Viserys voiced his intentions.

After some discussion, Leaf and Snow agreed to guide him, recognizing him as the last Green Seer and one of their own.

Following the two girls, Viserys ventured deeper beneath the Weirwood. Roots intertwined everywhere, and as they descended, the light dimmed.

Illuminating the path with a torch, they journeyed until the outside light disappeared, leaving only the torch's glow.

After what felt like hours, the winding path led them to the entrance of the bottomless pit.

But the 'forgotten path' still continued, stretching deep into the abyss with no end in sight.

The entrance was not particularly tall, and Viserys could barely stand upright. "This is it," said the girl adorned with wilted flowers.

A sense of impending danger washed over Viserys as he neared the abyss, reminiscent of the feeling he had when encountering the black mist in Valyrian ruins.

"I'll take a look."

Holding his torch forward, he peered deeper into the pit. As the torchlight scattered the darkness, he noticed something.

"What's this?" Picking up an object from the ground, he examined it. "A dragonglass spearhead? Was there a battle here?"

The crudely crafted spearhead, laden with historical aura, suggested a bygone era where a Child of the Forest might have wielded it against foes.

Suddenly, the scenery shifted around Viserys, revealing a vibrant world. Giants wielding colossal tree trunks, roaring Westerlands lions, herds of unicorns, and direwolf packs surged forward, all seemingly preparing for a battle.

"What era is this?"

A Child of the Forest, donned in leafy garments, naturally took the spear from Viserys, shouting an ancient battle cry. The forest echoed with responses from countless others.

"Hey, brother," the Child turned to Viserys. Seeing him clearly, the Child's eyes widened in surprise.