The scene inside the tower was completely different from the Seagull Tower she had on Xenide Island.

There is a dark corridor with a row of columns and statues on both sides. The shapes of the statues are basically elves with different expressions.

She couldn't figure out how there could be a long corridor extending infinitely forward in the tall tower that was winding straight up.

After just thinking about it, she soon felt relieved.

This is a magic tower that appears out of thin air. Even if there are any unexplainable pictures or scenes inside, don't be too surprised.

Looking back at the arch that was emitting bright light, Ciri pulled the reins, rode the black mare, and walked forward.

Going deep into the dark archway, walking between columns and statues, uninvited and hazy whispers lingered in her ears, seeming to urge her to go faster, and then go faster...

Huge doors lit up in front, opening one after another.

The surrounding walls, columns, and statues began to twist and change, presenting an illusory and unreal feeling.

Xili looked at the door, only to find that the scene began to change differently every time she opened a door:

A black-haired woman with a star-shaped obsidian hanging around her neck was holding a silver-haired girl's hand as she walked through a dark corridor. The girl looked scared, but the black-haired woman did not let go of her hand, but held her hand tightly.

Hold on...

At the next door, the screen changes:

Triss Merigold, standing on the top of the mountain, stretched out her hands to straighten her red hair that was blown by the wind, with a solemn expression.

On the hillside below, many figures appeared, slowly walking towards the top of the mountain.

Those are familiar faces or faces that remain in memory.

Vesemir, Eskar, Lambert...Tisaya de Vries...Mihir...Geralt...

It is worth mentioning that a dark-haired man who was also walking slowly towards the top of the mountain but had only met once, was completely different from the figures around him.

The other people's faces were stiff and blurred, but his expression was vivid and clear.

Before Shirley could figure out the mystery, the picture disappeared and the next door opened:

This time, she saw Yennefer locked to the wall with chains and shackles in a damp dungeon. Her hands were bloody and bloody, her black hair was dirty and messy, and she looked desolate as she had been subjected to severe torture.

But those violet eyes are still full of unyielding will!

"Mother! Hold on! I will come to save you!"

Next door:

A familiar voice, as if speaking in the ear, immediately sounded:

"Hi, Ciri!"

"Vysogota?"

"I knew you would succeed, wonderful little lady. Brave little Swift, are you hurt?"

"I beat them on the ice, I set a trap, I used your daughter's skates..."

"I mean the mental damage..."

"I resisted the urge for revenge and didn't kill everyone I wanted to kill. Although the gray owl ruined my face, I resisted and didn't kill him..."

Hearing this, the old hermit looked particularly happy in his misty tone:

"I knew you were going to win, Jivière. I knew you were going to walk into this tower, I read about it, it was all written down..."

It was only then that Xili suddenly realized a very important issue:

"We are talking, how is this possible... Vysogota, are you..."

"Yes, Shirley, I'm dead. Oh, that's not important. What's important is that I found the answer I've been looking for! I finally know where I went during those days when I disappeared, and what happened to you in the desert.

, I also know how you disappeared under the eyes of the pursuers..."

"And how did I get here, huh?"

"That's right! Your body is flowing with ancient blood, which gives you power, allowing you to transcend time and space, transcend dimensions and worlds. Xili, you are a powerful force and the master of all worlds.

Let those bastards take and abuse this power for their own selfish desires!"

"I won't."

"Farewell, Shirley. Farewell, little Swift."

"Farewell, Vysogota. Farewell, old raven..."

When the old hermit's voice disappeared, Xili tried hard to collect her mood, walked through the last door, and walked into the dazzling light...

...

Slowly opening her eyes, Xili looked down and found that she was still holding the reins in her hands, and the black mare at her crotch was still accompanying her.

However, when she raised her head and looked at the scene in front of her, she was very sure that she had arrived in another place.

A completely strange, but very beautiful place.

The water ripples and the lake shore is submerged among flowers and green grass.

The magic tower is reflected on the green lake, and the breath of spring is coming towards you.

A second ago, she was fighting a big battle with her pursuers on the slippery ice in a frosty November day;

The next second, she passed through the tower and came to a place full of wild roses and black cherries, like a fairyland.

She felt that the season at this unknown place should be May.

The silver-haired girl's face was calm and composed.

Having just experienced the mysterious journey of magic, Ciri is no longer surprised...

In my ears, there was the sound of some kind of flute, full of cheerful tune.

Two snow-white horses were lowering their heads and drinking water by the lake shore. The black mare neighed from her nostrils, raised her hoofs and knocked on the rock, making a "clang" sound.

The next second, the two white horses raised their heads, revealing a spiral horn between their eyebrows.

It turns out that it's not a horse, but a unicorn!

An increasingly clear melody came from the grass full of flowers. The black mare seemed to have heard the call and walked towards it.

The two unicorns just stared at her quietly, as motionless as statues, seemingly not surprised by her appearance.

Behind the extremely green grass, a slightly thin male elf with light-colored hair and deep eyes sat on a regular stone.

His slender fingers danced gracefully on the holes of the flute, and the light tune flowed out slowly like a clear spring.

Although he had noticed Ciri and the black mare, he did not look at them and continued to play.

The small white flowers swayed slightly with the breeze and melody, exuding a strong floral fragrance. The taste of black cherries was completely different from any black cherries I had ever seen before.

This further confirmed the girl's suspicion that she had arrived in another world.

After a while, the elf ended this melodious song with a long vibrato.

Then, he put down the flute in his hand, stood up, and showed a faint smile to the silver-haired girl:
Chapter completed!