Serenya's POV
I carefully stepped out of the small, makeshift cot Yennifer had allocated for my brief recovery, every single nerve ending in my body still vividly tingling from the residual, strange hum of her complex magic that had been crawling across my skin.
The sensation was profoundly subtle, almost ethereal, like a pervasive wave of static electricity brushing lightly against my arms and neck, raising a persistent, cold layer of goosebumps that pricked along my spine. I instinctively paused, allowing the unsettling sensation to fully sink in, and felt a fleeting moment of pure marvel at the sheer, raw power she wields. Then, with a barely perceptible jolt, the world abruptly shifted. I blinked, and the next instant, I was standing in the utter familiarity of my own backyard.
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