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They clashed. Steel and elven ice rang across the desolate plain. Geralt parried, dodged, and rolled. He used every sign he’d mastered in the base game—Igni to melt the frost armor, Aard to stagger, Quen to absorb the killing blows.

He pulled the sword free. Eredin crumbled into ice dust.

Not a literal one—though in his line of work, those were Tuesday. No, this was the ghost of a promise. The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt -NSP--EUA--Jogo Base-.p...

“How?” Eredin gasped.

“Someone had to find that old woman’s frying pan,” Geralt replied, drawing both swords. They clashed

The King of the Wild Hunt fell to his knees. Frost evaporated from his armor. His mask cracked.

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Geralt had ignored her. Instead, he’d helped a blacksmith forge a family sword. He’d played four rounds of Gwent with Zoltan. He’d even chased a pan for an old woman in Novigrad.

But the main path called. It always did.

“You delayed,” Eredin said, his voice echoing like a tomb door closing. “I expected you months ago. Did the little errands distract you, Witcher?”

Geralt of Rivia tightened his silver sword’s grip. The wind howled through the swamps of Velen, carrying the stench of rotting flesh and wet dog. He wasn’t hunting a drowners or a grave hag tonight. He was hunting a ghost.