[ One day, Geralt will ask what Vash means by synthetic meat. He lets the remark pass by for now with only a raised eyebrow. It escapes him, a little, how empty some spheres can be. For all its faults, the Continent has never been devoid of resources for those with the means to obtain. Once he learned to hunt for his food, starving was a thing of the past—a facet of his childhood he could take into his hands.

That the Singularity interests Vash is unsurprising. Solvunn must view it as the will of the gods, a presence that shouldn't be questioned—or whatever horseshit they turn to when things cannot be explained. ]

The Free Cities? Hard to say.

[ They must know something, but whether they understand what Thorne has discovered is another matter. If they do, he's yet to see it spoken of freely. When most view the relic as a source of over-dependence, it's difficult to learn what it truly provides. He imagines what research they have is carefully guarded. Thorne, however. ]

When I was in Thorne, the High Mage claimed it links all spheres together, and that it is the source of magic. Thorne fears its waning power is causing distant realms to vanish one by one.

[ Ambrose may be right, but there's a distinct arrogance in trying to stop it. If the sun is destined to swallow up the moon, starting a war to wrest control of its rays is not the answer. ]