(In her mind's eye she sees Geralt shaking his head, Yennefer watching her with an impenetrable expression. Caution, Zireael, warns Avallac'h's voice softly in her ear.
But what choice does she have? To leave these people in fear and misery?)
"First, there is the question of who – or what – you may contact through me. They may have a message of their own to relate.
"Secondly, I am not a true oracle. This power goes hand in hand with...others, equally beyond my control. And if they are accidentally triggered, they would level this entire building and everyone in it."
Her already fair skin is paler still as she looks up at Harrowhark Nonagesimus. "This is the power you seem to see in me, Reverend Daughter. Ninth. The Hen Ichaer, the Elder Blood. It does not build; it does not aid. It only destroys."
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(In her mind's eye she sees Geralt shaking his head, Yennefer watching her with an impenetrable expression. Caution, Zireael, warns Avallac'h's voice softly in her ear.
But what choice does she have? To leave these people in fear and misery?)
"First, there is the question of who – or what – you may contact through me. They may have a message of their own to relate.
"Secondly, I am not a true oracle. This power goes hand in hand with...others, equally beyond my control. And if they are accidentally triggered, they would level this entire building and everyone in it."
Her already fair skin is paler still as she looks up at Harrowhark Nonagesimus. "This is the power you seem to see in me, Reverend Daughter. Ninth. The Hen Ichaer, the Elder Blood. It does not build; it does not aid. It only destroys."