[ Hundreds of miles away, Viktor and Ciri land in a heap. This time, Ciri cushions his fall, landing hard on her back with a grunt, Viktor still clutched to her chest with one hand and her sword thrown out to the side in the other.
Without warning or any semblance of gentleness, she shoves him off, rolls free, and jumps to her feet to look for the beast, expecting it to lunge again. Expecting to be no more than a dozen feet clear of it, enough to reorient and attack.
Instead, she finds their surroundings entirely changed. The red rocks have suddenly become flat brown dirt spotted by gray-green shrubs and the occasional scraggly tree. The mountain range that always decorates the horizon to the north of Cadens is... on the wrong side.
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Without warning or any semblance of gentleness, she shoves him off, rolls free, and jumps to her feet to look for the beast, expecting it to lunge again. Expecting to be no more than a dozen feet clear of it, enough to reorient and attack.
Instead, she finds their surroundings entirely changed. The red rocks have suddenly become flat brown dirt spotted by gray-green shrubs and the occasional scraggly tree. The mountain range that always decorates the horizon to the north of Cadens is... on the wrong side.
Slowly, Ciri lowers her sword. ]