Inside Crystalwall Jon Snow and his clones were busy with the ongoing construction.
It had been one moon and ten days since the creation of Crystalwall that shook the north.
Then, a memory came to Jon—an image passed through a clone, transmitted while dispelling a Bonshin.
The memory carried vital information about two groups heading toward this location.
First, the wildlings, members of Thenn’s clan, would arrive in two days.
Second, the Night’s Watchmen, saddled on horseback, would arrive tonight.
(Jon’s Snow smiled faintly.) He then activated his mind communication.”Everyone, transform into ANBU.
Change your masks so they’re different from one another.
We’re going to welcome some guests.” Jon snow – We’re about to have visitors.
The Thenns are just 100 kilometers from here.
They should have arrived a month ago—so why are they only arriving now?
And the Night’s Watch—those men never venture this far north.
Some men at the top of the wall must have seen the spectacle i made, In the show, the furthest they’ve gone is the Fist of the First Men.
Hmm, I’ve planned many scenarios for this kind of situation.
Now, it’s a dilemma—which of those plans should I choose ?
Hmmm… I’ve got it.
I transform into an Ōtsutsuki—the appearance I hold in the pocket dimension.
Then, wait… ill have to make you sure to be hospitable as possible..
(smirked) — Thenns’ Group The leader of the group was Shamra, son of Ghazul.
He led a band of Thenn warriors, their purpose to witness what was causing the white fog that battled the heavens.
The sky was so enraged that it rained lightning upon the fog.
In their camp, more than a month ago, they experienced something terrifying.
Despite the earthquake that triggered an avalanche in the mountains there were no deaths, the Thenns were no strangers to avalanches—they lived in a valley.
If they didn’t learn how to handle such natural disasters, the Thenns would have vanished long ago.
The Thenns feared nothing.
Not the cold, not the giants, not the beasts— no one.
But what they saw on the mountains was not “no one.”It was divine power.
The elders and warriors debated for a month—should they approach or not?Many initially disagreed, deeming the place a battleground of the gods.
They believed the old god-witch, whom they thought the fog was attacking, was the goddess of weather—the storm.
(And the Thenns’ clan had never seen Crystalwall because a mountain blocked their sight.) —— The First Ranger’s Mission Benjen Stark, newly dubbed the First Ranger of the Night’s Watch, rode swiftly beyond the Wall, the cold wind biting into his face.
His cloak fluttered behind him as he pressed forward, senses sharpened and alert.
The assignment was clear: investigate the strange anomaly that had unsettled the northernmost reaches of the Wall.
The Lord Commander’s orders were precise—gather information, assess the threat, and report back to Castle Black.
And what ever we find, castle black will inform the other lords of the North, Specially Lord Eddard stark.
His sturdy black mare snorted nervously, sensing the tension in the air.
The land beyond the Wall had been eerily silent, save for distant cries of animals—creatures that normally thrived in these frozen wildernesses.
But now, they seemed frantic, fleeing from an unseen menace.
The animals did not attack, nor did they linger.
Instead, they kept running, as if some unseen force had changed the very air—something ancient and powerful was awakening.
As Benjen and his small party pressed on, they encountered a pack of wolves—lean and wild—yet strangely unaggressive.
The wolves skittered past, heads low, eyes darting nervously, as if fleeing from something far worse than a predator.
The party slowed, wary but cautious.
They then came upon a cluster of wildling clans—fierce, battle-hardened tribes who regularly war with the Night’s Watch, often to the death.
Historically, they see the Watch as enemies; trust is scarce.
Yet, this time, the wildlings did not attack.
Instead, they looked terrified.
Not of the Watchmen, but of something else—something beyond comprehension.
The wildlings’ faces showed fear, not hostility.
They parted as Benjen’s party approached, and their chief, a scarred warrior with piercing eyes, stepped forward.
Shamra :”what do want crow?,” he spat roughly, voice trembling.
Benjen – ”we ask for information on what happening in this land.” Shamra: – The gods have descended, and they claim this land for themselves.” Benjen eyed him carefully.
” A God?
I didn’t know wildlings could have a creative mind.
Have you seen this god?
What does it look like?” Shamra : “Careful Crow , we only talked to you because your not our goal this time.
And if you are, you lot won’t be standing here.
And to answer your other question if we seen the God -“No, but we felt it, we felt the Gods power when, The sky darkens with fury, and the ground trembles as if the world itself is waking.” Benjen’s brow furrowed.
“What did you see?
The wildling looked away, eyes filled with awe and fear.
“We felt the cold lessen, since the day of the earth quake, The air became quite , its just like the wind was subdued by someone” Change is coming crow, we can feel it , by our very bones we do.
The words struck Benjen deeply.
The reports from the maesters and the observations from the scouts all pointed to the same thing—a profound change beyond the Wall.
He considered pressing further, but paused.
The wildlings’ hostility was not directed at him this time, but their words carried weight.
The wildlings believed a divine power had arrived—an entity that had claimed the land in the name of gods beyond their understanding.
“Thank you,” Benjen said softly.
“Stay alert men.- benjen address his party.
We may need to move quickly if this ‘god’ is as powerful as they say.” Benjen urged his horse forward, faster now, riding into the desolate, snow-covered wilderness.
The landscape stretched endlessly before him—an endless white expanse that seemed to pulse with unseen energy.
His mind raced with questions: What had changed?
What had awakened beyond the Wall?
And what was this divine power that had descended to claim the land?
He knew this was only the beginning.
The true danger lay ahead.
And Benjen Stark, the First Ranger, was prepared to face it—whatever it might be.
——- Jon Snow: transformation jutsu -into an Ōtsutsuki, stood atop the unfinished construction site, gazing at the sprawling land beneath him.
His old appearance lent him an aura of calm detachment, but his keen eyes scrutinized every detail.
Tsk tsk tsk: – muttered softly to himself.
This won’t do.
This place isn’t upto standard for a visitor.
They should feel the Majesty, the power.
I joined my hands, and a surge of chakra erupted from me, radiating outward in a shimmering wave.
The air shimmered as my energy blanketed the entire land— Wood style: Hana no Kōri (Flower Curtain)-covering the barren ground with vibrant flowers—lilies, roses, and exotic blossoms that bloomed in defiance of the cold.
Then i add Towering trees, Plus Wild vines with small, delicate white flowers hung lazily from the branches, adding to the aesthetic looks, making the scene feel alive and inviting.
With a slow, deliberate gesture, Sage Art.”Crystal Release,” i whispered, voice echoing with power.
The ground beneath my feet shimmered, and from my hands, a colossal, multi-layered crystalline structure began to form.
The air thickened with the sound of cracking glass as Jade Crystal Labyrinth (Shōton: Suishō Meikyū no Jutsu) took shape, rising into an enormous dome— a palace of pure crystal, shimmering with internal light.
Inside, the palace was a marvel of artistry.
I outlined the walls with gold using his Gold Release technique, Intricate patterns weaving through the transparent crystal.
Massive iron pillars, for additional support for structure.
Its embedded with various carvings— like dragons, wolves, and ancient symbols—each telling a story of power and history.
At the far end was the throne room.
It was not meant to be the official seat of power but a place to host visitors—an elegant chamber where Me or my future administrator could sit and receive foreign dignitaries.
I crafted the throne from iron, then plated it with gold, giving it an imposing yet regal appearance.
The design was striking: a direwolf, lying down, its head raised and facing upward.
Its eyes, crafted from dark gemstones, gazed down with a knowing smirk—like a king looking down on every body, while saying “Ha!
Lowly creature bow before the great me” The wolf’s body formed the seat—its belly hollowed out to serve as the throne.
The armrests were made of crimson crystals, glowing faintly with a fiery hue, adding a touch of menace and majesty.
The light was fading fast, and dusk settled over the crystalline palace.
I sat on the throne, practicing my serious face.
I looked out over my creation, and dam* its Good While waiting for visitors.
I began to rehearse a few lines — words to command respect, to establish authority.
A minute passed, then an hour, and still no sign of anyone.
His patience, often nonexisting , was waning.
Finally, Jon activated his mind communication, voice sharp and commanding.
“Where are the Night’s Watchmen?
I asked for their whereabouts.