Cirilla

The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of a lantern casting soft shadows on the walls. Ciri slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred and her head pounding. A dull ache spread through her body as she tried to move, only to realize her torso and arms were wrapped tightly in bandages. She winced, the sharp pain reminding her of the battle she barely remembered.

“Where… am I?” she murmured, her voice raspy and weak.

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