Chapter 139

15 people appeared out of nowhere in the furthest reaches of the Thenns territory in the North Western area of the True North.

Domeric quickly took a note of his surroundings and realized that they had all arrived safely in the clearing he had selected for this very purpose.

It was then that he felt it.

The magic around him had deteriorated once again. As if someone was distorting the very essence of magic to bind it to it's will.

He remembered feeling something similar when he and Dumbledore went to that Inferi filled cave all those years ago. Back then his senses were not as finely tuned as they were now but he was sure that the sensation he was feeling with his magical sense was similar to what he felt back then when he was dragged down to the lake by the inferi.

Necromency.

The feeling was slightly different as the method and magic being used was different but this was definitely the taste of Necromency.

But to do something in such a large scale that the magic itself was distorted by this.

What the hell were these White Walkers doing?

He had a feeling that he didn't want to know.

If whatever magic they were using continued to gain strength then they might be capable of resurrecting all the dead in the True North one day. Even those buried 100 feet deep in snow.

Or at least that's the conclusion he was able to come up with after sensing the magic around him. Considering that he was not even a novice in Necromency, he might very well be wrong. But he was a bad feeling that he wasn't.

He turned around and looked at the people who had come with him in this expedition.

Varko, Baka, Ygritte (because she wouldn't take no for an answer), Orell (would could control a dozen birds at once nowadays) and 10 of the best swordsman in his army.

All of them were wearing magical armor that not only protected them from any harm but also kept them warm and relieved them of their bodily fluids so that they won't have to remove the armor in this freezing temperature.

Making magical armor for so many people had taken him about two weeks. One day for each of them but they were here now. And that's what mattered.

All of them were also carrying a Valyrian sword as well as a Dragonglass dagger.

Bloodraven had informed him that only these two things would be able to kill a White walker. He didn't believe Bloodraven but thanked the old man for the information nonetheless.

They were also carrying a Bottomless bag which was filled with enough food and warm water to last them weeks along with a magical tent, some medical supplies and a portkey to take them back to the Wall in case they were separated from the main group.

To say that he had over prepared for this secret venture would be an understatement but it was better to be over prepared than under prepared.

"Varko." He called his second-in-command for this expedition "Set up a parameter."

"My lord." Varko answered in affermative and set about ordering the men to make a defensive circle around him as he sat down on the ground, took out a Valyrian Glass Candle and dove inside.

He came out of the Valyrian Glass Candle, feeling more magically strained than he normally would.

"What did you find?" Ygritte asked as she put a hand on his shoulder for comfort.

He couldn't feel her soft yet firm hands through the armor but the gesture was still appreciated.

"Nothing." He answered "The area in the North is totally inaccessible to me. And even if I want to see some other place, I'm being restricted to an area of about 10 miles around me."

"The land of Always Winter." Orell murmured as he looked at the North with fear.

"Don't worry. We won't go to the North." He reassured the man.

Besides, going there would be height of foolishness.

Not only would be going to the land of the enemy. He would be going there blind.

Plus, with how the magic got more twisted the further North he went, he was not sure if he'll even be able to use his magic in the Land of Always Winter. And even if it did, it would be very weak and not of much use to him.

"What's the plan?" Varko asked him and he thought about what Bloodraven had told him.

That some of the White Walkers had already started leaving the Lands of Always Winter and have started venturing in the True North.

"We go South-East from here." He replied as he took out a rough map from his bottomless map. A map made by Bloodraven himself about the lands and the position of the Free Folk tribes in it.

He doubted that the map was as accurate now in it's details regarding the position of the Free Folk as it was 5 years ago when the Free Folk first started to migrate because of Mance Rayder. But with the semi functioning Valyrian Glass Candle and their own warg, they should be able to move around the Thenns and go about searching for the White Walkers roaming around in the True North.

"The mission has not changed." He told them "We're still going to find the White Walkers. We're going to kill those fuckers. And we're still going to capture and take some of the Wights back with us to the North to reveal the truth to the world."

Saying that, he put the Valyrian Glass Candle back in his bottomless bag and looked at his people. "Let's move out."