"We still don't know what the White Frost really is. Maybe it's some kind of tiny dust that can block out sunlight? Or perhaps, as Democritus of Ban Ard said, it's an infinitesimal particle with unusual properties that absorbs warmth like a sponge absorbs water?"
Ciri clearly knew quite a bit already. After listening to some of what Deathstroke had said, she added:
"Still, I once visited a Mage Tower and found some observation tablets left by elven astronomers. They were certain of one thing—no matter what the White Frost is, it has already destroyed many worlds. I just used to think the Wild Hunt was using the White Frost to consume worlds."
"So it was the other way around?" Geralt slung his Dragon Lance over his back. He was not wearing dragon knight armor, but a farmer-like outfit, since he had come out to fish. "The White Frost is driving the Wild Hunt away, like a mountain fire driving beasts out of the forest."
"That's right. I thought you should have known that already. Didn't Yennefer and the others discover it?" Su Ming briefly interrupted the topic and raised a question.
Since the Wizarding World was also threatened by the White Frost, those witches had been busy building underground shelters on the Skellige Isles. They had not been seen at Kamar-Taj for some time, and he had assumed they would be in contact with Geralt.
"They've all become career women now." Geralt brushed snow and mud from his hair and sighed as he spoke. "The Skellige shelter has been completed. They seem to have fallen in love with the feeling of building a city from nothing, so they should be running that new Underground City now, right? Quite a few of them used to be court mages, and they're