[ For a moment, he can't listen. He thinks his skull might split in two. But when the overbearing noises fade, he realizes she's speaking to him. He blinks. The altar's maw gapes at them.
He moves, one eye on the masked priests. He's inclined to gnaw through the rope-like vines if that's what it takes, but. Rock will do. If they stop him, so be it. Reaching her means stretching against his bindings. Thorns pierce into his flesh. He ignores the blood trickling—though there's a hiss when they dig in especially deep.
They're preparing something, he thinks. He hears becoming one and old gods and frankly, he's sick of the old gods in this forsaken land. Are they watching? Fuck if he knows how long he can get away with it, but he works quick, searching until he pulls out the rock.
Geralt tosses it towards her—hopes she can catch it and use it. She'll need it more than he does to break free. He pushes through the dizziness, just digging into the thick vines. Wills his nails, for the firs time, to grow the way he knows they can. The Singularity granted him that power. Maybe that giant mystical monolith can do them a fucking favour for once.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the acolytes approaching. Carrying something. ]
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He moves, one eye on the masked priests. He's inclined to gnaw through the rope-like vines if that's what it takes, but. Rock will do. If they stop him, so be it. Reaching her means stretching against his bindings. Thorns pierce into his flesh. He ignores the blood trickling—though there's a hiss when they dig in especially deep.
They're preparing something, he thinks. He hears becoming one and old gods and frankly, he's sick of the old gods in this forsaken land. Are they watching? Fuck if he knows how long he can get away with it, but he works quick, searching until he pulls out the rock.
Geralt tosses it towards her—hopes she can catch it and use it. She'll need it more than he does to break free. He pushes through the dizziness, just digging into the thick vines. Wills his nails, for the firs time, to grow the way he knows they can. The Singularity granted him that power. Maybe that giant mystical monolith can do them a fucking favour for once.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the acolytes approaching. Carrying something. ]