Chapter 146

The silver-haired swordsman seen by Ghost and the Three-Eyed Raven was none other than Ald, who claimed to come from Redania. There was something strange about him, entirely different from the people of Westeros—something more dangerous and darker. He ignored the knights and septons he had saved; those poor wretches had been scared out of their wits and had fled in lingering terror. He quietly cleaned up the aftermath alone, clearing away the remaining monsters and burning the grotesque, unrecognisable corpses as if he were well-used to such tasks. Ald remained on guard beside the campfire, watching the flames of the burning pile of bodies slowly die down, before leaving with the supplies he had scavenged from the village. He could clearly feel that his journey was far from over, nor would it be boring. The crimson mycelium and companion monsters produced by this plague were intensely contagious, and the dangers ahead would only multiply.