Under the travel hood, Ciri felt the cold breeze of the unknown kingdom caressing her light hair, which softly escaped the edge of the fabric. Her attentive eyes scanned the landscape, absorbing every detail of the new territory. The sound of dry leaves being crushed under her boots gave her a kind of comfort, a reminder that despite the uncertainty, she was alive and strong. The sky was gray, threatening a storm. The buildings in the distance seemed old, with sloping roofs and stone walls covered in moss. People passed by hurriedly, casting curious glances at the young foreign-looking woman. Ciri kept the hood low, partially covering her face, but couldn't avoid a few strands of white hair escaping, dancing in the wind. She needed to be cautious. Every step was calculated, every sound analyzed. Ciri knew that the unknown could be both a source of knowledge and danger. Her senses were sharp, trained by the many adventures and trials she had faced. She felt the presence of magic around her, a familiar sensation that both reassured and alerted her. As she walked through the narrow, winding streets, Ciri tried to catch fragments of conversations, looking for clues about where she was and what to expect from this new kingdom. There was a mix of excitement and apprehension in her heart. She knew that regardless of what she found, she was ready to face any challenge. After all, she was Ciri, the heir of the Elder Blood, and would not back down in the face of the unknown.