I'll Kill Every Last Witch

Triss immediately canceled her spells, and everything around her returned to the present timeline.

Her heart was pounding so hard that she could hear it in her ears. Her breathing was ragged, almost like she had just finished running a marathon.

She wanted to run back to the surface, to get out into the open and breathe some fresh air. A terrible nausea was building inside her, making her feel that she needed to vomit just to get rid of whatever was twisting her stomach.

But her body refused to obey.

No matter how desperately she wanted to move, her legs wouldn't respond. She stood frozen in place, her mind unable to focus on anything other than what she had just witnessed between the gaps in time.

It took her several seconds to form even a single question.

Her lips trembled. "How... is that... possible?"

What she had seen was no more than a glimpse through a tiny keyhole.