[Viktor puts his faith in her because he has no other choice, but the truth is that he would probably trust her to do this, anyway. He tries to give her a nod of assurance and clings to her tightly, letting her do whatever she needs to get them out of this situation. It seems, at first, like it's working. The light is bright enough that it flashes on the inside of his eyes even as he squeezes them shut and furrows his eyebrows together like he's the one who needs to concentrate. Then, suddenly, a force behind his navel, different from the pull of the Singularity, a dropping out of the ground beneath his feet. Uncomfortable, yes, but relieving, all at once. That means it's working.
He hopes, anyway.
As the crater falls away around them, he thinks, briefly, of Jayce--of the mage that found him in the blizzard, in the mountains, in a similarly hopeless situation, and pulled him to safety. The Hexgate, modeled after that very same series of runes, launching an airship in a streak of blue. How beautiful magic is, when used like this.
It all ends very abruptly the instant they reach their destination. He expects ground to re-materialize underneath, but that's not the case. There's only air, and they're still falling, and he manages to open his eyes just in time to see a rush of deep blue-green below him. They hit the water.
Viktor sinks, immediately, with barely any time to realize what's happening and Ciri's arms no longer around him. Some baser instinct compels him to try clawing his way upward (or what he think is upward), but he's got metal strapped to his leg and around his torso, under his clothes. All the air is forced out of his lungs and it takes only a moment for the sunlight that breaks through the surface of the water to become impossibly far away.]
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He hopes, anyway.
As the crater falls away around them, he thinks, briefly, of Jayce--of the mage that found him in the blizzard, in the mountains, in a similarly hopeless situation, and pulled him to safety. The Hexgate, modeled after that very same series of runes, launching an airship in a streak of blue. How beautiful magic is, when used like this.
It all ends very abruptly the instant they reach their destination. He expects ground to re-materialize underneath, but that's not the case. There's only air, and they're still falling, and he manages to open his eyes just in time to see a rush of deep blue-green below him. They hit the water.
Viktor sinks, immediately, with barely any time to realize what's happening and Ciri's arms no longer around him. Some baser instinct compels him to try clawing his way upward (or what he think is upward), but he's got metal strapped to his leg and around his torso, under his clothes. All the air is forced out of his lungs and it takes only a moment for the sunlight that breaks through the surface of the water to become impossibly far away.]