[ Yes. It is a long fucking time. Too many centuries to grow twisted with bitterness, obsession, hatred. The Red Riders have gone by many names—but they've always been thought as an omen or a myth until recently. Geralt still does not understand everything, but.

He's beginning to understand enough.

They. And what of the elves of the Continent now? Nilfgaard? How the fuck does Nilfgaard fit into the picture? What do they know?

He sighs again. Puts aside the detail about the dwarves and the monoliths for now. He only has so much information he can sift through at a time. ] I know. I believe the Singularity's presence is protecting or shielding Ciri. The Wild Hunt can't seem to penetrate its immense power to locate her in Abraxas.

[ They may in the Free Cities, and he may harbour no lost love for Thorne, but when it comes down to it, his goal remains the same: to preserve the very structure that is the only thing keeping Ciri safe. ]

This world...it's the first time she's been able to stop running.