Su Ming had no idea how far Geralt and the others had progressed in their main quest. The situation in the First World was actually fairly good; at least some areas already had night. It was just that above the vast white wastelands, there was still only light like golden cotton wadding.
It was uncomfortable. The first impression this world gave people was discomfort.
"Where's Geralt? Give me his exact location."
Cloak carried the two of them down from the sky, plunging into this world like an orbital drop. The only difference was that there were no flames around the edges of the flying carpet.
After all, this was magical flight. There was no need to consider things like gravity or inertia; they just had to sit tight.
"At the mouth of the Watts River, on the southern end of Kholusia Island. Hurry. I don't know how much longer he can hold out." Ciri lay prone on the flying carpet with all four limbs braced against it, craning her head forward. Her white hair streamed in the wind, and sweat ran down her face in its direction. She looked extremely anxious.
There was no need to study geography. All they needed to know was that this island was the largest island in the First World, or rather, a small continent. Its environment was much like Australia's: aside from desert flats, there were rocky mountains. In any case, there were no proper large plants to be seen, though there were quite a few large Elemental Monsters.
There were Dwarves and humans on the island, as well as a thriving entertainment city called Eulmore in its southeastern corner.
There was nothing particularly special about the river Ciri mentioned. It ran through the island from north to south. Su Ming knew Geralt and