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CD Projekt Red: Ciri como protagonista de The Witcher 4 es "orgánico y lógico"

Autor : Victoria Actualizar : Feb 19,2025

CD Projekt Red confirma que CIRI ocupará el centro del escenario en The Witcher 4, una decisión impulsada por la progresión narrativa y los arcos de personajes establecidos del material fuente. El productor ejecutivo Malgorzata mitrega explica que la historia de Geralt concluyó en The Witcher 3, dejando a Ciri, un personaje ricamente desarrollado con un inmenso potencial, como el protagonista ideal. Esto permite nuevas vías creativas, que no están disponibles con el ya establecido Geralt.

El director Sebastian Kalemba destaca la edad más joven de Ciri como un factor clave, ofreciendo a los jugadores una mayor libertad para dar forma al desarrollo de su personaje, una dinámica imposible con la personalidad establecida de Geralt. Las discusiones sobre este cambio de protagonista comenzaron hace casi una década, subrayando la visión a largo plazo de CD Projekt Red para Ciri como el sucesor de Geralt. Los nuevos desafíos y perspectivas que Ciri enfrenta prometen una narrativa igualmente convincente.

La decisión disfruta del apoyo del actor de voz de Geralt, Doug Cockle, quien reconoce el potencial significativo de Ciri como personaje principal. Si bien Geralt aparecerá en el Witcher 4, su papel será secundario, enfatizando aún más el cambio en el enfoque narrativo.

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