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Three months had passed since he’d found Ciri at the Isle of Mists. Three months since the Battle of Kaer Morhen claimed Vesemir. And three nights since Yennefer had left a note on his pillow at the Chameleon: “Finish what you started. No more side quests. No more Gwent. Find the last rider of the Wild Hunt.”

But the main path called. It always did.

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. The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt -NSP--EUA--Jogo Base-.p...

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Geralt leaned close. “Because you’re just the final boss of the base game,” he whispered. “And I skipped every cutscene to get here.” Three months had passed since he’d found Ciri

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

Geralt stood alone in the alien wind. The main quest was complete. The Wild Hunt was no more. He sheathed his blade and pulled out a small, worn deck of Gwent cards. No more side quests

He found the teleportation site at the edge of the forest. Frost licked the grass despite it being mid-autumn. Ghostly riders had passed through here. Their general waited on the other side.

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.

The battle wasn’t fancy. There were no cinematic slow-motion flips. Just the brutal, exhausting rhythm of a Witcher who had spent 150 hours sharpening his craft against every creature the Continent had to offer.