When the world begins to crumble and the Spheres begin to collapse in on one another, shattered by the Singularity, she knows. There are others talking about solutions, what needs to happen, runes and godmagic -- but Ciri has always known, deep down, from the moment she laid eyes on the monolith inside the crater, that they are connected. Of course, all the Summoned have their own connections to it; all of them will have their part to play. But in the end, it doesn't surprise her.
There was always the possibility it would need to be destroyed.
She is glad, though, that she chooses her own path; nobody can make her use her power now, and the firmness of that knowledge gives her strength.
Through the preparations and the panic, the world -- worlds -- seeming to fall apart around them, Ciri finds an odd sense of calm. Of purpose.
As the Singularity's power grows, so does her own. This time, she doesn't run. She reaches deep. She harnesses it, and with the sort of clarity and confidence only found in the adrenaline storm of battle, Ciri finds the grounding force she needs to keep hold of her gifts without wavering or losing control. This time, she won't be running away to keep the barriers between worlds safe, running and hoping it's enough. (Nowhere left to run, besides.) This time, she will stand and fight.
Maybe Destiny brought her here. Maybe this is her escaping it.
Who cares?
This is her home. The home she chose, with all the people who chose her.
a final choice.
When the world begins to crumble and the Spheres begin to collapse in on one another, shattered by the Singularity, she knows. There are others talking about solutions, what needs to happen, runes and godmagic -- but Ciri has always known, deep down, from the moment she laid eyes on the monolith inside the crater, that they are connected. Of course, all the Summoned have their own connections to it; all of them will have their part to play. But in the end, it doesn't surprise her.
There was always the possibility it would need to be destroyed.
She is glad, though, that she chooses her own path; nobody can make her use her power now, and the firmness of that knowledge gives her strength.
Through the preparations and the panic, the world -- worlds -- seeming to fall apart around them, Ciri finds an odd sense of calm. Of purpose.
As the Singularity's power grows, so does her own. This time, she doesn't run. She reaches deep. She harnesses it, and with the sort of clarity and confidence only found in the adrenaline storm of battle, Ciri finds the grounding force she needs to keep hold of her gifts without wavering or losing control. This time, she won't be running away to keep the barriers between worlds safe, running and hoping it's enough. (Nowhere left to run, besides.) This time, she will stand and fight.
Maybe Destiny brought her here. Maybe this is her escaping it.
Who cares?
This is her home. The home she chose, with all the people who chose her.
When the time comes, she stands ready.