The elves live long - and they want arrogant isolation - as fewer and fewer of their kind are born. I pity them - for they are like the Witchers - fighting against the tide of men. 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩

He held the sword in both hands - sweeping the blade through the air. No one moved. Terror - like cold mud - was clear on their faces. The Rivian was fast. 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩

He had two swords. One sword with an elaborate hilt - in a black shiny scabbard - with rows of runic signs and symbols. The blade lit up with the shine of a mirror. It was pure silver. 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩

It was a dance - a macabre ballet of a fight - on the edge of the abyss. It was always like this - when battling evil - living up to his ferocious reputation. 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩

This land was ruled by dragons - manticores - griffins - striga - kikimoras - chimerae. And this land has been taken from them bit by bit - every valley - every mountain pass - every meadow. The Witchers did it. We did it. 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩

My goal is a world without monsters - a world which is peaceful and safe. A world where Witchers are unnecessary. A paradox - isn’t it? 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩

The Witcher joins #DKMonsterBall and samples the ale.

I’ve overcome my vanity and pride of being different. I manage to survive - because I have to. Because I have no other way out. I am strong - but I’m not the axis of the world. 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩

The chain snapped. The silver links scattered like rain. Geralt waited calmly - and with his raised right hand - traced the sign of Aard. The Striga fell back. 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩

If you thirst for justice - hire a Witcher. 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘌𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴