[ Less than an hour. That's concerning. He glances over his shoulder, then back. ]
Mm. In a manner of speaking. [ He holds out his hand. A small wood-carved dragon forms in his palm, before crumbling into sawdust. Creation magic. Of the Horizon variety. It isn't perfect, but it works. So they must be somewhere linked to the Singularity or the Horizon itself. ] We aren't in the physical plane, at least.
[ Where, precisely, or how is another matter. One that he puts aside quickly when the door swings open and—
Geralt stops, abrupt. He reaches for Kyle, intending to pull him away from the grasping skeletal hands. There's a split second where he wonders if it's only him, but he can see on the man's face that. Yes. Kyle sees it, too. The thin copper wires, the childlike forms, they're...
Not from his memories. For once. But they strike enough of a cord that he hesitates too long, and one of the bony fingers tangle in his hair from above. He jerks back; his boot lands on squelching pink sludge. The ooze is pressing into where they once were. There's no turning around. Only forward. ]
Come on. [ He can reflect on what the hell he's looking at after they're out. ] We need to keep moving.
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Mm. In a manner of speaking. [ He holds out his hand. A small wood-carved dragon forms in his palm, before crumbling into sawdust. Creation magic. Of the Horizon variety. It isn't perfect, but it works. So they must be somewhere linked to the Singularity or the Horizon itself. ] We aren't in the physical plane, at least.
[ Where, precisely, or how is another matter. One that he puts aside quickly when the door swings open and—
Geralt stops, abrupt. He reaches for Kyle, intending to pull him away from the grasping skeletal hands. There's a split second where he wonders if it's only him, but he can see on the man's face that. Yes. Kyle sees it, too. The thin copper wires, the childlike forms, they're...
Not from his memories. For once. But they strike enough of a cord that he hesitates too long, and one of the bony fingers tangle in his hair from above. He jerks back; his boot lands on squelching pink sludge. The ooze is pressing into where they once were. There's no turning around. Only forward. ]
Come on. [ He can reflect on what the hell he's looking at after they're out. ] We need to keep moving.