Avacllac'h sage senses gave him an unerveing amount of warnings. He sat there unmoving, because he did not dare to move. As tall as he is, towering over most creatures in this world, did not make him feel safe at all at this vert moment. Rather he felt like his height betrayed him by making him more visible in his hiding spot.

Nothing in his training as a sage could prepare him from this terror. This terror could make the most stoic and ruthless man or elf knees weak. Could make every monster flee, and of course even the great avallac'h was not spared from this terror.

No, nothing could.

This terror whom cannot be tamed, no matter how much he or others tried, nothing could work. All terrors have names, and the name of this terror was…

"AVALLAC'H!"

Ciri.