Northern sat cross-legged on the enormous throne. There was no vivid way to tell what exactly was going on.
Being in the Limitless Void worked like he was pretending to be asleep; he could feel and tell what was going on around his body, but not vividly.
'I wish I could see what's going on with some kind of outside body oversight…'
That would have made his predicament a much more solvable one, but Northern couldn't, so all he could do right now was just sit around and wait.
He sat there, arms folded and eyes closed, waiting for the moment the motion would stop at the very least.
Suddenly, a sharp sensation jolted him from his reverie.
Northern's eyes flew open—not in the Limitless Void, but in the tangible world—as a dark silhouette burst through the window, spinning with deadly grace and scattering the White Walkers like leaves in a storm.
