"I know," Geralt interrupts. "You forget I was in Thorne once. Ambrose claims we were imprisoned because of the former High Mage. Something he did."
Or something he failed to do. What difference does it make? He's not denying that the locals might believe magic as great as Wanda's is a sign from or of the gods. He does take issue with the idea that they can—should, even—according to Istredd, consider that they are all capable of "accomplishing" that amount of power. Nothing lies in that level of arrogance except destruction.
And he will not be a part of anyone who chases after that goal.
"You say the heralds could access the Horizon as though it's a fact." Mages are always so certain of what they know the least. "Their influence took root in the mind. The precise thing the Horizon requires to function." He pauses. "The Singularity's affected us long before you arrived. Connected our memories and dreams. Corrupted the Horizon. Trapped us inside it for weeks. This was not new with the heralds."
He's been here a long time. He's seen what can grow twisted in the Horizon from their own memories, emotions. From the bursts of power in the Singularity. All he's seen of the so-called gods is that they answer calls for blood and cast spells over the land. None of the spoilt fish, the feelings of despair—they were not especially peculiar. Plague maidens and wraiths can cause the same.
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Or something he failed to do. What difference does it make? He's not denying that the locals might believe magic as great as Wanda's is a sign from or of the gods. He does take issue with the idea that they can—should, even—according to Istredd, consider that they are all capable of "accomplishing" that amount of power. Nothing lies in that level of arrogance except destruction.
And he will not be a part of anyone who chases after that goal.
"You say the heralds could access the Horizon as though it's a fact." Mages are always so certain of what they know the least. "Their influence took root in the mind. The precise thing the Horizon requires to function." He pauses. "The Singularity's affected us long before you arrived. Connected our memories and dreams. Corrupted the Horizon. Trapped us inside it for weeks. This was not new with the heralds."
He's been here a long time. He's seen what can grow twisted in the Horizon from their own memories, emotions. From the bursts of power in the Singularity. All he's seen of the so-called gods is that they answer calls for blood and cast spells over the land. None of the spoilt fish, the feelings of despair—they were not especially peculiar. Plague maidens and wraiths can cause the same.