The Divine Hunter Chapter 34: Origin!
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The flames crackled and black smoke billowed into the sky.
The cries of the dying, the loud beating of drums, and the clanking of swords filled the streets.
The entire city of Sintra is beyond recognition.
And right in front of the magnificent castle drawbridge.
Lying was a burly, bearded corpse.
Kratz, Mossack, Calanthe, the demon hunters, were speechless for a long time.
"My condolences, Aunt Calanthe... Easter once told me, how to judge a Skellige, son of the sea, not by how he lives, but by how he dies." Kratz His eyes glanced at the gryphon that fluttered its wings and flew to the top of the castle again, "Easter died in the war to defend his country. His soul will gain eternal freedom on the sea."
"And this gryphon must be the messenger sent by the goddess Freya to save you. Even the gods will not let you die. Don't commit suicide again!"
Calanthe shook his head, his emerald green eyes swept towards Roy and the sorceress who were "front to back" beside him, a hint of complexity and gratitude appeared on his face.
She remembered that the other party had such a gryphon.
She hugged her husband's body, caressing his rough and calm cheek with her long fingers, as well as the **** arrow in his left eye socket. Tears rolled in her emerald green eyes, and all the warmth and sweetness of the past passed through her heart. It turned into a deep sigh.
She buried all her sorrow deep in her heart.
"You're right, I can't die like this!" In front of everyone, the soft and desperate woman turned back into the strong Lioness of Sintra.
"Let's go, everyone, return to Skellige and send East's soul back to his homeland!" She cheered up and scanned the city of Sintra shrouded in flames.
"As for this blood debt, I will have to settle it with Nilfgaard sooner or later!"
"You made a wise decision," Mossack glanced at East's silent cheek and sighed, then kicked the body of the black-armored soldier who shot the fatal arrow into the moat. , wiped away the blood and brains on the head of the stick with his thick palm, "Xiao Xili won't you go with us?"
"Ciri has followed Master Geralt back to Novo City?" Calanthe looked worried. Now she is most worried about her granddaughter, "No, I have to confirm it again!"
Roy next to him was shocked. He didn't want Calanthe to take risks with his unexpected son.
"Your Majesty, you board the ship with them first, and I will work for you on Xili's side. Also, take care of yourself in the future, and think about the child in your belly often. By the way, I will come to see her. Of!"
Kratz's face froze, and his eyes suddenly shone strangely.
And Calanthe still wanted to say something, the five fingers of the demon hunter's left hand were outlined, and a triangular talisman was reflected in her pupils. Her vision suddenly went dark, and she fell back into Kratz's arms weakly.
Snoring slightly.
The witcher nodded to the islanders and Mossak, intending to put down the sorceress behind him and let him take him to the islands with him.
However, Triss didn’t know whether she was really dizzy or fake, and still hugged him tightly like an octopus.
Roy had no choice but to rush into the castle with people on his back.
……
The lights are flickering, and the corridor is decorated with the Sintra shield coat of arms. The sound of hurried footsteps echoes back and forth. A petite man wearing a silver hooded cloak is trotting in the castle corridor!
Xili knew that there was a secret passage in the castle. She once escaped from the secret passage to play on the street, and was caught by her grandmother and spanked hard until her **** blossomed.
This time, she will rely on this secret passage to meet her grandfather!
Hmph!
Let’s go together. I, Xili, will never leave my family and run away!
However, rush to the end of the secret passage and open the door.
She suddenly froze, and her emerald green eyes flashed timidly.
She was scared.
In the shadow behind the door stood a tall man. He straightened his back proudly, took off his muddy and wet black cloak, pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and placed a black helmet decorated with raptor wings on his hip. Shaking his head, he revealed a mature and handsome face with black hair, blue eyes.
He held out his hand to her.
Ciri screamed and ran away, her silver-gray cloak drifting in the corridor.
There is only one thought left in her mind, find grandma, Geralt, and Roy, and they will protect me!
However, loud and powerful footsteps and the sound of metal friction from black armor came from behind in an instant, and her feet were lifted off the ground!
"Ah, let me go, bad guy!" She bit, kicked and hit the armored man who hugged her from behind, but she only made her teeth hurt and her hands hurt.
She was taken away without any chance of fighting back!
Soon after, the knights of Nilfgaard put the little princess of Cintra on the horse, and she was forced to tighten the reins of the horse.
A strong wind passed by, fireworks were swaying, and the sounds of fighting flooded into my ears.
The black horse gallops towards the exit of the walls of Sintra.
Her familiar castle and home are getting further and further away.
Every bump, every pull, every jump of the horse sent sharp pain through her hands, and she had to tighten the reins.
The insides of her legs were so painful that she could not reach the stirrups to step on them.
Her eyes were filled with tears from the smoke and flames, and the armor-covered arms holding her tightly made her breathless.
"Wow, where is he taking me?!"
"I was wrong, Geralt...wuwu, I should have listened to you."
A tear of grievance fell down the little girl's emerald eyes, and the horse under her body galloped even more crazily.
"But I will escape. I swear to find you, Geralt, grandpa and grandma, Roy, I swear!"
……
Roy, carrying the sorceress on his back, pushed open the dark door of the castle.
Quickly walk through the empty halls and corridors, pricking up your ears to feel every slightest movement!
However, when he stepped onto the second floor, an unusual discomfort enveloped his back.
Exactly the same as what I felt on the battlefield. It was as if someone in the shadows was casting an evil glance at him.
He pretended to know nothing and took the opportunity to look around the corner of the corridor. There was still no one in front of him, behind him, and in all directions.
Second floor, third floor.
The firelight in the corridor left a figure moving quickly on the wall.
"Ciri!"
He shouted urgently, but as he went higher, the pressure like a gangrene on his bones became stronger.
Finally, when he heard the slight sound of fighting on the top floor, this abnormality turned into reality and appeared before his eyes.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
A strange light flashed.
Two mysterious figures suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the corridor leading to the castle's spiral staircase.
He turned around.
There are also two more blockers behind him.
They all wore purple hooded cloaks, and their bodies were either thin or burly, and they all exuded a powerful aura.
Under the hood, most of the face is hidden in the shadows.
Only a pair of beast-like vertical pupils shone with dangerous light, nailing Roy's body like chains, and his limbs became much heavier.
The depression in the air is tangible.
Roy couldn't help but tense up and let the sorceress behind him press against the wall.
The heterochromatic pupils swept across the thin figure with a long and narrow face as if facing an enemy, and then, a hissing sound came from the throat——
"How is that possible?"
Ivar Evil Eye
Age: 312 years old
Identity: Snake sect demon hunter,?
Health:?
Magic power: 120
Properties:
Power:?
Agility:?
Physique:?
Perception:?
Will: 12
Charm: 6
Spirit: 12
Skills:
Alchemy lv10, Witcher Senses lv10, Meditation lv9, Viper School Dual Swords lv10, Demon Hunter Seal lv10, Griffin School Secret Technique lv5, Blacksmithing lv10,
Evil Eye (Passive Solidification): Ivar survived the first-generation advanced experiment. The special mutation gave him extraordinary dynamic vision, and his eyes can see other infinite worlds and predict enemies. Take the initiative and see through the near future.
"Ivar Evil Eye, Grand Master of the Snake Sect, Reso's teacher...he is actually alive."
At this time, the founder of the Snake Sect, one of the first generation of demon hunters, was crossing his chest with his hands, staring at the descendants of the Snake Sect unblinkingly with a pair of flaming eyes like molten silver.
Roy's heart was filled with turmoil, and he barely maintained his composure on his face. He turned his eyes to Ivar, a tall and tall man with shoulders as wide as nine hands wide.
Anahad
Age: 315
Identity: Demon hunter of the Bear School,?
Health:?
Magic power: 150
Properties:
Power:?
Agility:?
Physique:?
Perception: 16
Will: 20
Charm: 5
Spirit: 15
Skills:
Alchemy lv10, Demon Hunter Senses lv10, Meditation lv8, Bear Sect Longsword Sword Skills lv10, Demon Hunter Seal lv10, Griffin Sect Secret Technique lv6...
Ice (passive solidification): Anahad survived the advanced experiment of the first generation. The special mutation caused him to almost lose human emotions, and all emotions were suppressed to the lowest level. But he also possesses physical strength and recovery power far beyond that of ordinary demon hunters, and is not afraid of pain and various stimulations. Immune to all mind-affecting spells.
……
The eyes of the Grandmaster of the Bear Faction exuded a coldness that froze his soul, and he did not say a word.
The great masters of the Snake Faction and the Bear Faction have both appeared, so the two behind them——
Roy only glanced at it and couldn't help but swallowed.
As expected, the remaining two are the Grand Master of the Griffin Sect, Elan, who has a goshawk tattoo on his side, and the one who left the equipment blueprint in Kaer Morhen, with a simple face, black hair and brown eyes. Aijia, the great master of the wolf sect, looks like an ordinary middle-aged man.
As the first generation of demon hunters, one of them is a magic source and the other is a forging master. They also have their own unique abilities due to advanced experiments——
Magic Perception (Passive Solidification): Elan gained a unique mutation. Using his five senses to directly sense the chaotic energy in the air and manipulate it, he is good at creating and improving spells.
The Way of Balance (Passive Solidification): Aijia survived the first-generation advanced experiment, and his physical fitness has been greatly enhanced across the board. Strength, agility, physical strength, perception, spirit +10.
……
The air in the corridor was eerily quiet, and four pairs of eyes were locked on the figure in the center.
Roy bowed slightly, with cold sweat on his forehead, like a cheetah cornered by four hungry lions,
"It is said that the four great masters are still alive, but why did they come to me? What is their purpose?"
Roy can escape now and teleport directly to Golfin on the top of the tower, but he has too many questions in his mind about the movements of the four great masters in the past hundreds of years.
Secondly, can he just leave Triss on his back?
The warm body was trembling slightly, his nose pressed against his neck as he exhaled hot air, and the frequency of his breathing increased significantly.
She has woken up.
Roy could imagine that she was probably frightened by this amazing formation and did not dare to move.
He pursed his chapped lips.
They didn't take action directly. They probably weren't Nilfgaard's reinforcements and could try to communicate.
Another soft sound like the wind blowing through the leaves sounded first,
"Don't be nervous, kid, we just want to ask you a few questions to confirm one thing."
"Who are you?" Roy glanced at the four faces calmly, "I don't remember that I have offended four of them, and they are all of the same kind. After answering the question, can I leave?"
"Then it depends on your attitude and whether you are willing to cooperate. Even if you escape now, you can escape for a while, but you will not escape forever... So, which school of demon hunter are you?"
Ivar Evil Eyes glanced across his body with a hint of admiration, "When I was guarding the city, I saw that your swordsmanship had shadows of the snake sect, wolf sect, and cat sect, although they only had a little bit of them. It’s superficial, but it’s really rare in today’s age when the school of thought is in decline.”
"Snake sect demon hunter," Roy breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could talk.
He took out the pendant from under his clothes and showed it to the four of them. He touched the smooth side face of the sorceress behind him with his other hand soothingly, "Guleta's thunder leads me in."
"That bald boy..." Ivar suddenly looked out the window of the castle, his silver eyes blank, showing a nostalgic expression, "I really have a good disciple of the Snake Sect. He is so young, but his skills are amazing. ”
"Do you know Leisuo?"
"I taught him for several years."
Ivar paused,
"Is the short-distance space shuttle you showed during the war caused by mutations?"
Roy's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood - these four people had been monitoring him on the battlefield.
He responded with silence. He was not sure whether the other party had seen more, and whether lying and covering up would anger the four of them.
Ivar shook his head and smiled when he saw this, and wanted to say something more,
"Ivar, now is not the time to reminisce about the past," the cold-faced Bear Faction Grandmaster interrupted him and asked an incomprehensible question, "Boy, tell me the truth, do you know Sasha? Sasha Crawford, real name Ka Thea Van Canting, a graduate of the Nilfgaard Imperial Academy, is a woman who is good at stealing and seducing."
The powerful voice was like gravel rolling down from the top of a mountain, and a force that crushed everything came rushing towards him.
"She stole something vital from us. We have been looking for these years, but it is unpredictable..."
Sasha Crawford?
Roy's expression was blank, his eyebrows were furrowed in a thoughtful expression, and he tried his best to dig out the origin of this name in his mind.
"Da da da!" At this moment, Geralt's shout suddenly came from the corner not far away.
Ellan snapped his fingers, and the space at the corner of the stairs in the distance rippled like the surface of a lake blown by the breeze.
Geralt pinched the vibrating pendant around his neck, held the silver sword, and stretched his body like a crab. He seemed not to see anyone in the corridor on this floor, and went straight down the stairs to the next floor.
Roy watched him leave, but in the end he didn't speak.
He didn't want to see any more sacrifices.
"Very good, boy." Anahad nodded at him, "Go on."
"Before I answer you, I also have some questions to ask!" Roy took a deep breath, with his heterochromatic pupils passing over the faces of the four people one by one, and asked in a direct manner, "Based on my feeling, the four of you are among the major sects. , the identity should be no small matter, and I have come into contact with Letso, Oakes, Vesemir, Geralt, Kelda, Geron...according to their descriptions."
"If I guess correctly, you are Ivar, Anahad, Aiga, and the Grand Master of Elam..."
"A hundred years have passed, and it's rare that anyone still remembers the names of us old guys," Ai Jia of the Wolf Faction said with emotion.
"But why did you never return to the school? What have you been busy with for so many years? Have you abandoned the Demon Hunter Academy you founded, the creed you are proud of, and the students who taught you the way of the Demon Hunter yourself? ?" Roy looked at the master of the Griffin Sect and said in a sophisticated tone, "For example, Jie Long."
"The academy represents the stale past. No matter the so-called principles of neutrality or goals, they are out of date with the times. And we are chasing the future." There was a trace of confusion in Ellan's calm eyes, "As for Jaylon, he is dead I have realized my ideal before, and I don’t have much regret.”
"Our ideas, our wishes, and the ambitions we want to realize are absolutely confidential, and they are somewhat shocking." Ivar said, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes under the cloak, "Mediocre people are not qualified to understand, we are more I won’t tell you in vain—tell me, where did you meet Shasha?”
Roy was silent for a moment.
He could hear the steady heartbeats of the four great masters.
They seem to be confident and have their own cards.
Since I have no relationship with the woman, I naturally don’t need to hide it for her, "Well, I have met her. More than two years ago to be exact."
Sasha Crawford exists in Roy's long memory.
There is a wonderful connection between her and him.
Time goes back more than two years to a day in 1260.
In the village of Aden Kaye, an ignorant country boy was hit by a horse and fell into a coma.
After awakening, the souls of the two worlds merged into one.
Roy just became the Roy he is now and awakened the template.
The person riding the horse was none other than this Shasha - she stole a precious Gwent card from One-Eyed Jack and fled on horseback...
She is the culprit who put herself into coma.
This accident kicked off the series of adventures that followed.
Otherwise, "Roy" would have probably married a wife and had children in the countryside, becoming an honest farmer.
"But I don't have much interaction with Shasha. I was almost killed by her horse... I don't know why she offended you."
The four of them looked at each other after hearing this.
A trace of regret flashed in Ivar's eyes.
"Don't you understand? You have interacted with her in your life, and that thing is very likely to fall on you, especially since you have shown extraordinary abilities before, we are almost certain."
"No matter how you are judged, you are a young and promising demon hunter who is extremely outstanding, so we will inform you in advance instead of taking action rashly..."
"But I'm sorry, you can't stay because of this possibility."
"What do you mean? What did you throw away?" Roy shuddered suddenly, an ominous feeling surged in his heart, and his fingers gently traced a few letters on Triss's back.
A trace of magic aura surged under the sorceress's thin coat.
"You have fused it, right?" Anarod asked in a positive tone. "And the connection between them will eventually reunite the fragments."
"In fact, fusion is the most stupid way to use it, and it is a waste of its power." Elan described in a calm tone, "But after fusion, it will allow the individual to gain some special power, such as the magic power of a mage. But it should be related to the soul."
"An ordinary soul who seeks integration beyond his own capabilities is very likely to be swallowed up by it. There must be something special about you." Aijia pointed at his chest and said.
Speciality.
The seeds of power.
Do they mean templates?
But didn’t you bring this thing yourself?
Sasha accidentally got something belonging to them into my body?
Roy felt an extremely ridiculous feeling.
"I don't understand what you mean."
"Boy, listen to me..."
Before Ivar finished speaking, he suddenly pulled away and retreated!
Shocked!
"Shua—"
Countless **** tentacles emerged from the ground, instantly entangled Elan, Aiga and Anahad who were closer, and lifted the three masters into the air.
"Bang!"
The sorceress behind the witcher took action at the same time, and a ball of blue air burst out from her slender fingers, pushing Ivar, the only one who escaped, several steps away!
"Call—"
Roy sprinted behind him without harming the three controlled Grand Masters.
A teleportation crystal appeared in the palm of his right hand, but before he could crush it, Ivar Evil Eye chased after him from behind like a prophet.
Kicked Roy in the palm.
The crystal fell to the ground and slid open.
Roy turned around angrily and hit Alder, knocking Ivar away.
The sorceress crossed her arms behind her, and the magic storm surged around her body, blowing her reddish-brown hair in all directions and brushing against the witcher's face.
She looked like a magical goddess, but the blood spilled from the corners of her mouth and her pale face made her look extremely haggard.
"Boom!"
The second portal opens.
Roy jumped with the sorceress on his back.
"Bang!"
A translucent wall of air suddenly replaced the portal and intertwined in front of the two of them. They collided hard. Roy fell to the ground on his back, with a trace of blood on his forehead.
The sorceress groaned and fell behind him, a flash of pain in her cornflower blue eyes.
Another cloaked figure immediately appeared at the end of the corridor ten meters away, with a face as white as a corpse, sinister features, and a magical light shining in his hands!
Roy glanced at him.
Idalan
Age: 350
Gender: Male
Identity: Warlock,?
……
"You have indeed merged with the fragments of the Supreme Being...but you must know that there cannot be two suns in the sky of this world."
A gloomy smile appeared on the pale cheek under the hood.
The Grand Master of the Demon Hunters, the ancient sorcerers who created creatures, what kind of organization are they?
"Shua——"
With a thought, Roy, whose forehead was dyed red, suddenly pulled out Gu Weisier and slashed a half-moon-shaped **** sword energy in front of him.
Idalan crossed his arms and drew a red double cross in front of his body.
A huge centipede with a blue-gray crab carapace jumped out of the gap between the crosses and stood in front of him.
The sharp chelicerae and densely packed jointed limbs wriggled on both sides, and the cone-shaped mouthparts and two tentacles on the head swung wildly, making it both ferocious and disgusting.
The **** sword energy hit its head, passed through seven or eight meters smoothly, and split it in half from head to tail.
However, the sword energy only ends here.
Idalan was unscathed.
A light of surprise shot out from the narrow eye slits.
The hands are intertwined in front of the body, shining with magic aura.
"Leave me alone, Roy!" Triss sat down in the corner, holding the blood-soaked bandage on her thigh with one hand, and quickly tracing it on her chest with the other hand, "Run away!"
"Hong!" The wind was strong and the deafening roar passed through the corridor.
Roy outlined the five fingers of his left hand and responded with action. An illusion jumped out of the torrent of magic power, pushed the sorceress onto his back, and charged forward, trying to rush through the Grand Master blocking the way.
And he rushed towards Idalan in the opposite direction.
He was betting heavily that the four grand masters would not pay attention to the sorceress. After all, he was the main target.
But he was wrong.
Ivar dodged and avoided the fireball thrown by Triss. The long sword in his hand stirred up the sky with sword light. The illusion was chopped into pieces. The pale frost froze the bodies of Ivar and Triss. His hands The pale cold air pressed against the sorceress's neck.
Elan, who recovered from the shock at the same time, alternated his hands and suddenly launched an Alder that hit Roy in the back!
His whole body was blasted into the air by the huge thrust, but he summoned a crossbow in mid-air and shot an arrow into the distance. His body rippled and flashed ten meters away, avoiding Idalan. A volley of lightning.
However, a strong wind passed behind him.
At some point, Anahad, with his broadsword in both hands raised above his head, charged like a chariot of flesh and blood!
Roy reacted as fast as lightning, switched from the hand crossbow to the long sword, turned around and blocked diagonally.
"Bang, bang!"
The long and narrow corridor erupted with dense sounds of gold and iron clashing and air explosions!
Two phantoms were leaping at high speed, two long swords flashed with dazzling cold light, and the firelight in the corridor swayed in the strong wind.
However, everything lasted only two seconds.
Roy and Alohad separate.
Half a meter apart, their backs face each other.
A gust of wind blew from the window.
The ruthless Anahad sheathed his broadsword behind his back.
"Kaz..." A thin line of blood split between the young demon hunter's neck, and the skin at the junction of his limbs and torso cracked horribly.
"Pfft..."
Blood splattered everywhere.
The head and neck, hands and feet, chest and abdomen were like tofu separated by a knife blade, passing by at a glance.
A fountain-like flow of blood dyed the ground red.
The head rolled down to the feet of the Grand Master of the Bear Faction, his limbs were scattered, and the steaming internal organs flowed out from the gap in his chest and abdomen.
Anahad took out an exquisite treasure box from his arms, opened it and held it high.
Mysterious fragments lay in the box and emitted a scarlet light.
"Huhu..."
The light flickered on and off throughout the corridor.
A huge octopus phantom appeared on the ceiling.
It roared happily, and thousands of tentacles danced wildly under its oval head, like a ferocious demon.
Suddenly pounced on the remains of the witcher.
The illusion of a trumpet also jumped out from the corpse, hissing and angrily yelling at it.
But he was severely suppressed and stuck on the corpse.
Idalan's eyes were filled with anticipation.
"No! No!" Triss, who was tightly controlled, screamed, her body shaking like a spasm, and tears streaked down her cheeks.
Ivar sighed and knocked her out.
Novigrad thousands of miles away.
Sitting in front of the mirror, Rita Nied suddenly covered her chest, a sense of panic surged into her heart, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.
She took out the crystal with a feeling, and her magic power was activated.
However there was no response.
Immediately afterwards, news came from the witcher of Gawain's House!
……
"Anaharo, the cold-blooded executioner, so many betrayals in the past can't wake you up and make you understand a little bit of humanity?" Ivar roared with the same distorted face, "He should have been killed directly from the beginning. Got you!"
The Grandmaster of the Bear Faction turned a deaf ear to the curse, but suddenly muttered something. "Wrong!"
The huge **** illusion that enveloped Roy suddenly seemed like a shadow illuminated by the sun, retracting into scarlet fragments.
An extremely strange scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
A dazzling golden light appeared on the corpses divided into several sections on the ground, and then they were attracted together in a mysterious way, and began to automatically bond and repair.
"Wow, this is not dead, the power of the fragments has been evolved by you to such a magical level?"
"I can't help but let you go and let's see what happens next."
Ida Lanxing's eyes lit up, like a cat smelling fishy smell, and he sighed, a dangerous red light flashing in his hands.
However, Ivar Evil Eye was one step faster than him,
"Stop and don't move, I'll handle it! He could kill you at the beginning, understand? But he didn't, one life is worth another!"
"Leave instead of die!"
Anahad's face darkened, and Elan held his shoulders.
Aijia stood in front of Idalan, who snorted coldly, "Go back and explain to the teacher."
"No need for you to remind me!"
Ivar put down the unconscious sorceress, took out a yellow amphora jar from his arms, and pulled off its cap with a cross and a nine-pointed star with a pop.
A bright red gas suddenly gushes out from the mouth of the jar.
The smoke beat regularly, and finally gathered into an irregular sphere, floating quietly in front of Ivar.
It has a six-foot crooked head with no nose, huge eyes and a beak, and silver arc lightning dancing in its mist-filled body.
Ivar pinched the bottle cap.
The silver eyes looked into the sky.
Endless illusions alternated before his eyes - a gloomy city shrouded in mist and spread by blood plague, a towering volcano on a dark wasteland, mountains and golden caves occupied by giant dragons, mammoths and giants running and roaring. Frostfield, the city of night where neon flashes and flesh and steel blend...
"wygnanie!"
The light came out from between Ivar’s fingers holding the brass bottle cap. The ball with a beak and a big head burst out with a burst of violent white light, covering the Witcher, whose body was gradually healing. .
One second later.
The white light disappeared. ~IndoMTL.com~ Roy disappeared where he stood.
"Boy, we will never see you again." Ivar muttered to himself.
……
Soon after, all the witchers, Rita Nieder and Geralt were covered in blood, but they only saw the sorceress fainted on the ground and the empty corridor.
And their companions.
Missing.
"Ugh...Grandpa is no longer here, and so is Roy."
Even you are no longer here.
Ciri's nightmare, which he once thought was a joke, echoed in Bai Lang's mind.
My heart felt cold.
End of volume.