[ Thancred can't begin to imagine why his experience with Yennefer had differed from the exchange that just took place between him and Stephen. Their recent proximity to the Singularity might have something to do with it, but he can't shake the fact that it's all so similar to the Echo. There's no saying that such a power doesn't exist in Abraxas just as it does on Etheirys, and yet this is the first he's heard of it. Or experienced it, rather.

He glances up as soon as Stephen starts to explain what he saw. That memory is much fresher than what he saw with Yennefer, the details still etched clearly in his mind. He nods slowly, not wanting to worsen any of his symptoms. ]

The Ragnarok.

[ There's a lot to explain there, perhaps too much for him to manage when his head is pounding and his stomach is churning.

All the same, he reaches out for a nearby tree's trunk and uses it to stabilize himself as he gets to his feet. He leans up against the tree, still a bit shaky. ]

Her name is Meteion. It's a long story, but yes, she meant to snuff us all out right then and there. That was the last event I recalled before arriving in Abraxas, but I've been assured it was not in fact our final moments.

[ By Hythlodaeus, of all people.

Thancred lets out a groan and slides a hand down his face. ] And what I saw was... you in some realm surrounded in color, facing off against an immense being who was, so far as I could tell, mainly just a face. It kept trying to kill you, and you kept returning, until it grew tired of you.