Battling Against The Wind

Reima reappears within some kind of blizzard... Almost immediately he can feel frost beginning to form on his bare skin, forcing him to release his aura slightly to thaw himself out. Looking around he can spot silhouettes of nearby mountains as they block the sunlight, though, he can only see a meter or so ahead due to the snow blocking his vision...

The random blizzard isn't what is rousing his interest however, no, that would be the weirdly high level of ambient magic... The world felt more magically powerful than the Bonfire's in Ichor, which is impressive considering those were the vocal points of many different sources and had even siphoned magic from other areas.

There was also something giving him a weird feeling around here that made his skin tingle... He'd never felt something like this before and was interested in finding out what it was...

Reima sighs, "Hopefully everyone else is alright..." he mutters, wondering if he should just teleport back to check on everyone...

*Flash!*

The fit that'd closed behind him reopens and spits out a familiar figure... Ciri lays face down in the snow unceremoniously as Reima attempts to stifle a laugh.

Ciri pushes herself off of the floor and looks around while shivering, jumping to her feet and leaping at him with a hug once she spots Reima. "Rei! You're alright!?!" she shouts, the blizzard around them seemingly not reducing her enthusiasm.

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Reima squeezes her back and looks at her face, "Hang on, what chance did you stand if I couldn't make it through the rift in one piece?"

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Ciri blushes slightly and looks away, "Just be grateful I came and stop asking questions..."

Reima gives her a blank look, "Tsundere?"

Ciri "I still don't know what that means, but it feels like I'm being insulted." she mutters.

Reima shakes his head and casts a strong enough Quen to try and protect them from the wind... Usually this wouldn't work but it was strong and fast enough that the Quen shield counted it as an offensive action, and in turn, attempted to shield against it.

With the blizzard stifled slightly Ciri gives a relieved sigh and leans into him more, his aura acting to warm her up...

Reima "How were things looking on the other side after I got teleported away?" he asks.

Ciri frowns, "The White Frost is fully open through the rift, I doubt we have more than a couple months before the world ends up like this one. I think everyone was ok so we could probably move worlds if we needed to?" she questions.

Reima slowly nods, "I'd rather not lose all the progress we'd made until now... The rift leads here, so, wouldn't this place be the origin on the White Frost?"

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Ciri's eyes open wide, "Yes! This is the solution to all of our problems!... Eredin's given us an opportunity to completely stop the White Frost!" she exclaims.

Reima "You feel that?" he asks, holding his bare hand up and feeling the tingly sensation...

Ciri does the same and nods, "This must be leading us to where we need to be! Probably..." she quietly adds the last part.

Reima "It's a shame we can't just teleport over there... I can barely see ahead of us." he mutters, even Observation Haki not being any use in this kind of situation.

Ciri "I can try fly us over." she says, referring to her Animagus Transformation.

Reima shakes his head, "Think you can fly in these winds? That, and I doubt you'd survive more than a couple of minutes as a cold-blooded creature at this temperature."

She nods, "I guess you're right... What do we do then?"

Reima sighs, "We do it the old fashion way... We walk." he states, taking a step and finding himself buried up to his waist in snow. "This is going to piss me off." he states, projecting his aura forwards and melting a small trench for them to walk through.

Ciri walks up and holds his hand, "Just think of it like a date... A deadly date that could lead to the end of all life in every universe."

Reima smirks, "I already think of our dates like that."

Ciri slaps him on the arm, "You're very funny, you know that?"

Reima nods, "It's a blessing and a curse." he shrugs.

And so the duo began their trek through the frozen world, and while they tried to look around for anything interesting, the blizzard put an end to any potential sightseeing they could've accomplished.

After a couple hours of walking they could feel the intensity of the blizzard rising, it seemed that they were getting closer to teh source of it... And both were curious as to what it might be, an ancient treasure? Advanced Civilisation? Natural Phenomenon? Whatever it was, they were determined to find out.

Reima looks up at what seems like a hill, the blizzard winds blowing down it in a cascade of snow... Atop the hill was somesort of dim glow that he could barely make it even with his powerful eyesight. "Looks like we're nearing the end..."

Ciri nods, "If the winds got any stronger I doubt the shield would hold up." she mutters, the Quen shield itself bulging inwards as if it was being bombarded by deadly armaments.

Honestly, Reima had no idea how Ciri would do this on her own... From what he remembers there were a number of ways Ciri deals with the White frost in the game, sacrificing herself being one of them... He simply can't imagine her being able to get through these winds without his assistance, maybe he was underestimating her though?

Ciri "I see it... The light." she says as they approach it. "What do you think it is?"

Reima squints at it and shakes his head, "No idea, let's get a closer look before making any theories." he says as they press on.