Lavorra arrives, and makes her way inside

With a fizzling pop and a rush of ozone, the portal collapses behind Lavorra.

She steps from the trees and into a balmy evening, looking ahead of her eagerly. Her good mood doesn’t last long, however, as she takes in the bizarre sky above.

Though above her, the warm yellow glow of evening cascades over a tumbling green field, ahead, the sky seems split and cracked, transitioning roughly into an unnerving, sickly purple.

With a gasp, she realises where she is, and her eyes travel downward to land on the walled settlement ahead of her; recent damage is evident - though the stone wall is simple, and not much more than three feet high, great holes have been blasted and bashed into it, and the buildings she can make out within seem to be similarly demolished.

She steels herself, knowing that there she may well be walking into even greater danger. But this is Lorkan’s village, and it’s closer to the Delwald than ever. Besides, though Melira is still her priority, she is honour-bound to do what she can for the people here.

For the women here.

The thought sends a shiver down her spine, as she makes her way through the stone arch of the village.