“That. Isn’t. Possi—” her words are cut short as that scream rings through the room, and it feels like it’s ringing inside of her head. Everything around them shakes violently, falls to the floor, shatters to pieces, and all Ciri knows is she has to stop her.

“STOP!” She screams, and it echoes against the matching one reverberating around them, but she doesn’t want to meet destruction with more of the same. Instead she tries to reach into the few sparse lessons Yennefer had given her, focus her Chaos and do… something. Anything to just make her stop screaming.

She wrenches one hand to the side— if she could use a little telekinesis to just knock the wind from her, it would be enough, but Ciri knows she isn’t trained well, she can’t control any of this, so all she can do is try and hope it works.