Horizon Ridge There is a vortex of fate all around us.

Hypnos had lost Eldritch, and now he aimlessly roamed.

He had noticed that she had left a few days prior. From what he could tell, he was alone in Blackfeather Woods. The scents of Ivory Rose's members were beginning to fade, leaving him without the stability and familiarity that he had desperately clung to. Without them, especially Eldritch, Hypnos was lost. Although a part of him blamed her for his misgivings, he couldn't deny the sense of normalcy that she had given him.

The journey between the plains and the mountain's base had been a blur. From the fire, he had meandered west, following the bloodied trail of a wolf he did not know. While he wasn't exactly sure where they lead, it was the most promising lead he had at the time.

As he picked his way along, his eyes trained to the path. The prints faded in and out of existence, but Hypnos didn't think twice about it. He overlooked Ciri up ahead, but what he could smell was the blood that came from the kill at her paws. He assumed that it came from the path underfoot, indicating that he was closer to where he was being led.