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The medallion on Geralt's neck twitched
in the moonlight.

The stories say death had dogged his
footsteps.

But our Witcher knew no fear.

And that was the tale of the Butcher of
Blaviken.

It's late.

Off you go.

Come on, off you go. Go, go, go.

You're telling it wrong.

Oh, Nimue, not again.

It's a hundred years ago.

There's no such thing as right and
wrong.

Is that my book?

I nicked it.

What? You never read it.

Jaskier, Geralt's best friend, true
recorder of all his tales, once said,

even one deep mora could never stop him.

You know the story so well.

What do you need me for?

To listen.

Carol and Yennefer's love was meant for
the ages.

Though it didn't always feel that way.

You stood me up two days... I was
waiting in that dreadfully. Why don't

it up with the griffon? It nearly kills
me. I've only got a moment. You can

think of anything other than your pig
head itself.

And what animal should I use to describe
your head? Nothing seems quite massive

enough to me. Get out. I don't want to
see you again.

I never want to be without you.

Everything will end like last time.

Be senseless if you would end up again.

I don't think we ever ended.

It wasn't just love.

It was destiny.

If you believe there is such a thing.

Which led them to my favorite part of
the whole story.

Cirilla of Cintra.

His child's surprise.

The completion of their family.

Happily Ever After doesn't make history
books.

His enemies kept coming.

Ripping them apart.

Nilfgaardians.

Goyatel.

And monsters.

So many monsters.

But the hardest part was yet to come.

To protect his family, Carol had to
leave him behind.

To fight the most sinister monster of
them all.

It's over.

Ciri's mine.

Never lost.

Always found.

The last promise Carol made, that they'd
be together again someday.

That's not the end. Why'd you stop?

Because I hate what happened next.

When Tallara magically exploded, Ciri
disappeared.

She blamed herself for everything.

Call me Valka. She told herself that her
family was better off without her.

That this chapter of her life was over.

But that's not true.

Ciri's journey...

All of their journeys were just
beginning. What makes you think that?

He knows who is important to me.

The whole saga is.

Seeing this, I think I might be
important to it.

I think that's me.

Well, destiny is a funny thing.

But before we get there, you, uh...

skipped over some important things.

And just when it seemed all was lost,
Geralt rose

again.

We need to go further east.

Just follow the trail of Burning
Villager to Emia's castle.

If you'll destroy the continent to
control it, what will they do to the

Pray tell, what fresh wartime delight is
this?

Havocars. Ah.

And what are those?

Traders who steal from the dead and sell
back to the highest bidders.

I hope they left something for us. Oh,
yeah. I, for one, hope it's food as my

stomach and yours is currently eating
itself.

Oh, look at those.

Woo -hoo. Come on. Stop it, then. Here
we go.

Yes. We are not savages. Resist the
urge.

This turns the victim's internal organs
into a very messy goulash. Oh, lovely.

You were saying?

All right.

What?

Nothing.

I wanted to test the goods.

Like goulash.

Well, it looks like that bargain didn't
go well.

Let's see what's so important to
Nilfgaard.

Oh, a corpse. That's rather
anticlimactic.

Ooh, ghost corpse.

Is that a thing? I don't...

You.

It's him. Fucking Nilfgaard.

I killed you. All the night, Ciri woke
up screaming in terror because of you.

You hunted her for Emian, didn't you?

Soldiers will call me. We need to get
back to the path. I will kill anyone who

gets in my way until I get to your
fucking emperor and kill him.

Geralt, Geralt, please.

He's just a prisoner.

Perhaps this is an opportunity for less
savagery.

Ciri, spend your life on the islands.
Why won't you?

This time.

But if I see your face again, I will
split you open and watch you bleed.

Let's go.

Good, then. Moving on.

Dear daughter, I haven't been able to
feel you since that terrible day at

When Geralt fell.

When the tower exploded.

When I said goodbye, not knowing he was
already laying a trap for you.

I'm looking for Vilgefortz of Roggeveen.

I know you.

Your strength.

Your fight.

I know you're alive.

Yes, I see you.

Something is shifting on this continent.

Something dangerous.

Something dark.

What do you want, mate?

This bracelet.

It was made here with Ammonite from your
mines.

The man who bought it, did any of you
speak to him?

No. Do you know his whereabouts?

Whatever Vilgefortz is up to, you're at
the centre of it.

He'll do anything.

Go anyplace.

Kill anyone to see that plan through.

His love. for your power knows no end.

Hey, that's mine!

But my determination knows no end
either.

Oi! Who the fuck are you?

Don't lose faith, Ciri.

Geralt will find you.

And I'll make sure that Vilgefortz never
gets hold of you again.

That is my promise.

I'll pay for what you did to my tavern!

Let's go.

Seems like a good place to bed down for
the night. Sorry, can we just talk about

what just fucking happened? That shit
was mental.

Do you see the way he stuffed that
geezer from behind?

I was too busy watching A's break every
ball he could find on their heads. Well,

shame to waste a good ball.

No, best was Blondie toying with that
bloke like a cat with a mouth.

Vicious.

But she's better than any of this shit.

Prettier, too.

I have to go.

Where do you want to go?

I don't know.

North.

Good news is you've got a decent horse.

She'll get you across the velda.

She'll need a warmer cloak, though.

And some food.

It's wartime. Lots of shitholes roving
up north.

I reckon she could hold her own.

She just needs a weapon.

We've got plenty of those.

Why would you help me?

Why wouldn't we?

Word of advice.

And those of us who've been running
since we can remember.

Wait until daybreak.

And drink heavily first.

Maybe that's just me.

We passed that barn dance on the way
into town, didn't we?

Quite. Well, I bet they had some good
stuff. Yeah.

What, food?

Fuck no.

Just tech. Come on. Come on. Let's go.

I want a dance.

Your new weapon.

Thank you.

When the world turns to shit, you need
each other.

You know?

So Radovid was crying about some bard.

It's priceless.

Late King Vizimir was an idiot, but he
had the good grace to just dip his wick

in royal orifices.

My spies will continue to track the
northern king's council, but with

charge.

We'll take them by built -in.

The thief, yes.

Tell me, any news of Cahir? Has he been
located?

No, my lord.

Hmm. Presumed dead at Thanedd.

Well, the better for it. He knew too
much. And the front. The north quails

before our brave Nilfgaardian army as it
was prophesied.

So it shall be.

You in a fortune teller should know
fables do not win wars.

Armies do. Armies rise and fall, Lord
Skellen.

Destiny is everlasting.

But by all means, put your faith.

Where you see fit.

Now, my lord.

This one asked me to bring him to you.

Approach.

He has an urgent message for the
emperor.

Your Imperial Highness.

The message is from that demon spawn.

Geralt of Rivia.

I assume that the witcher was dead after
Thanedd.

A little before it's misled us.

He must have left Geralt in...

Better condition than he let on.

He decimated every guard at our
checkpoint.

He left me alive to tell you he's coming
for you.

He aims to kill you, my lord.

Does he?

Well... And

it is a warning that you delivered

most faithfully.

Though a futile one if you had just
killed him on the spot.

I tried to fight him.

How would you handle this, Cirilla?

Cirilla.

Your Majesty.

Please, tell me this.

Man has heard a threat to his emperor
and has ran like a sniveling coward.

Tell me, how would your grandmother have
repaid his?

Lack of fidelity.

She would... punish him.

Indeed.

Indeed.

Have him drawn and quartered and have
the parts fed to the pigs.

Now. My lord, I implore you. A man
without honour... does not merit a grave

his family to mourn. My lord, please, I
beg you.

My lord!

I will hunt down Geralt!

I will bring you his head!

My lord!

Daryl! Let's go!

Your silence is especially loud today,
Witcher.

The men in a coffin. Are we going to
talk about that?

He's the prisoner of a man who attacked
you.

The enemy of your enemy is... Still an
enemy. The next best thing to Emhyr

himself. The man was Kahir, the
Nilfgaardian soldier who once kidnapped

don't have to justify my actions. No.

Just your plan.

Get to the Uruga, sail downstream to the
Delta until I reach the south.

Avoiding the front line along the way,
which is impossible when it keeps

Avoiding armies... Not to mention
monsters.

Thieves, brigands... Disease...
Salvation... Witches... Despite the fact

hearing I, I, I pose as much danger to
us as they do to you.

Fine.

Then we need to pick up the pace.

Right.

No distractions.

Nothing on this continent could distract
me from the matter at a...

I love this song!

Do you know this song?

A sheep that swelled with royal kin That
broke the court with wicked din And

since the queen had made no heirs A
prince was born with curly hairs

And every heir came from the top There's
an heir that's from the top

And that's the tale, that's the tale,
that's the tale, that's the tale

Wonderful. I'll be damned.

It's a white wolf.

Sultan Chive is the name.

Forbis knows friend here. It's Percival
Schottenbach.

Shut your beak.

Bird is clever but vulgar.

He's called Field Marshal Windbag.

Those in the wagon there are refugees
from Kernau.

Well, well -met travelers.

I, as you must know, am Julian Alfred
Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenholm. This

Milva of... the woods.

And you've met, Geralt? That's bold of
you, to be marching along the highway

singing. I don't reckon weeping as we go
would be any better.

More and more, the roads are littered
with bodies.

Acrid stench of arson still in the air.

The least we could do is stay hopeful.

Where are you heading?

To Nilfgaard. Nowhere.

Righty. Well, if it is Nilfgaard, it's a
sheer raging hellfire down there. Why

would you go toward it? To save his
daughter. No reason. No reason.

Reason.

Seems to me you've got some internal
strife to untangle.

Regardless, we're heading east.

We could march as one company until we
split. No.

Our journey is too dangerous.

Even better.

There's safety in numbers.

Gentlemen, we're terribly sorry, but we
simply... We got food.

We're in. We're definitely safety.

Safety in numbers.

Whatever. He said, come on, Beckett.
Hey! Come on, Beckett.

And since the queen had made no heirs, a
prince was born with curly

hair.

And as the air came from the pot...

I shall open the gate for her.

He said you'd resist.

Resist what?

Why did he send you here?

Where's Ciri?

Join us, and you'll know his plan.

Get me out! I need to help her!

I warned you.

You'll regret this.

He knows me better than that.

Go in somewhere, Yen.

You! He won't win.

Do you remember our first meet?

You were right about the wild wire,
Vern.

You walked in like you owned the place.

You're saying you're a long way from
Goresville End now, aren't you?

You lost something.

Always lost, never found.

That's my story.

And all of ours.

You should hang around.

What, with your gang?

Don't think so.

Because we're thieves?

No, don't really care.

Good.

Then we're not a gang.

We're a family. Oh, family of thieves.

So what's it like, then?

Living like this?

Living for ourselves.

No -one to answer to.

No -one looking over our shoulder.

We live the day like there's no
tomorrow.

We have it so good we don't want to be
found.

You're intrigued.

Admit it.

Reef, the one with the fist deck, she
used to fight for Nilfgaard.

We all guess that's what fucked her up.

Don't be deceived by her size.

She could kill you a hundred ways.

Charming.

Charming. That's cute.

All of the men and most of the women
want Iskra.

But that's before they find out she's
woo -woo magical, which is obviously

as shit.

Gazelle is a deserter.

Not sure what side he was on.

He calls the shots because none of us
want to.

What about the one who was in the tavern
with me?

Katie. A prick, but he always saves our
arses with an explosive or two.

Big guy over there they sir.

He's more comfortable with horses than
he is with people even more so since he

lost his sister in the Ebbing rebellion
When we lost everything And

what about you I'm the one you can

trust Come

on

Looks like someone else needs to show
you a good time.

You in pain, Witcher?

No.

You lie.

If you knew, why didn't you ask?

It's how conversation works.

Back in Brokkolon, you never said, was
it a monster?

That's a nice word for him.

What kind?

The worst kind.

The human kind.

for this person.

Oh, gentlemen.

What have you brought for us?

All right.

Cheese.

It's a big cheese.

And a hanger. No.

Please don't make me eat sheep's
stomach.

You don't feel guilty for robbing other
travelers?

I was taught to be good.

I had to be.

But I'm a sensible dwarf.

Were I to be good to the entire world
and all the creatures living in it, I'd

a drop of fresh water in the salt sea.

No, I'd rather do good where it would
not go to waste.

In that case, good to my friends and my
immediate circle.

That now includes you and yours.

You're obviously a man of great feeling.

In a few words.

So I'll say one last thing.

If you're dead set on going south, I'll
have Percy and the boys steal your

proper weapon.

Like mine.

What's wrong with my assault?

It's a piece of shite.

It's not going to save anyone.

Why do you think I was ready to throw in
with those Havocars?

I thought you were testing the product.

I lied.

We leave at dawn.

Is he offended?

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

He just hasn't been the same since his
injuries.

Since he lost those he loves.

Aye. If he's lost his love, he shouldn't
be the same.

No.

No, I suppose not.

King Radovid, need I remind you that
Nilfgaard has defeated Lyria, dismantled

Aedirn, burnt down Vengerberg,
subjugated Verden, and is crushing

Sodden at this very moment.

They're everywhere, and we are losing at
every turn.

And at turns we did not anticipate.

Such as?

I'm supposed to lead my troops across
the Uruga, but it remains largely

impassable. Is there not a bridge to be
found?

What I'm saying is perhaps we look to
other avenues.

To ensure a victory.

Perhaps we should ask Dijkstra. No.

No outsiders.

We once gave a seat to Théa de Vries.

And where did that get us?

Now.

Nilfgaard will attack from two
directions.

And I will lead my troops to defend one
front.

Who else?

Radovid.

What say you?

Or does it take Deeksworth's hand up
your arse to make your mouth move?

No.

There's nothing up me.

Someday soon, you will secure the same
fate as your foolish brother.

And we shall all be the more productive
for it.

Moving on.

Any further word on Emma's marriage to
that little cunt from Fincher? The cunt

from Fincher?

His whole cunt.

Why not drag off, though?

If Radovid continues to behave like an
infant, we should give him a dummy and

put him back in his crib.

Only if there's room enough for you as
well, my dear.

You saw their faces when we arrived.

You're not welcome here.

It gives the wrong impression.

Which is?

That mages can be trusted.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that thanks to you, I have a
king who can't stop crying because of

some bard instead of carving up milfy
bastards on the battlefield.

Which means it's an ideal time for us to
take the reins.

And the cutting right of it isn't the
solution.

If he fails, Redania fails, and the
North loses the war.

He must be strengthened.

By me?

This isn't our plan.

Neither was killing Vithinir.

No, Your Grace. Are we to do battle as
we discussed?

I may vomit.

I'll take that as a yes.

So, unless you want our new king to
discover who ordered the murder of his

brother...

Find yourself a new plan.

Why? Why did the villagers attack us?

At first light, we'll bury them. After
Thanedd, I thought we were done losing

people.

I think we're just getting started.

There were two mages out there.

Not ours.

Rogues. They asked me to join them. Join
who?

Vilgefortz. When I was looking for him,
the portal system shut down completely.

I couldn't go any further.

What do you mean?

Portals aren't working.

At least not for us. But Vilgefortz
portaled rogue mages here and incited a

It must be controlling them. The portals
or the people? Both, I think. Doesn't

make sense.

He's been on the run since Dan. It's
stopping you from following him, but now

he's following you.

Why?

Let's find out.

She's working with him. Benita?

But she was one of ours.

You don't stand a chance against him.

His destiny.

Tell us where he is and what he's
planning. Fuck you. Not me.

You.

Yes. No.

Siri's missing.

That's not all. The Brotherhood is gone.
Our kingdoms.

Our legacy.

It's gone.

He will not be what remains.

Don't be afraid. It's just me.

I'm not afraid.

That was nice tonight.

You finally relaxed, didn't you,
Blondie?

Laughing so hard you could cry.

Which is funny, because I know the
Amarillo Prefect has a bounty on you.

You're no lost little lamb.

You're on the run.

Are you threatening me?

Of course not.

Why would I threaten someone who saved
my life?

I'll be gentle.

Leave her alone.

It's just a bit of fun.

There's a long way to where you're going
next.

I know.

I don't know if you're running towards
something or if you're running away.

You don't have to tell me.

But the best thing right now is to have
people.

Do you want me to go?

Where are you off to then?

South. This again?

How do you think you're going to make it
on your own?

I'll figure it out.

Can't lose any more time.

You're in pain, even if you won't admit
it.

You're barely eating.

Your sword is... whatever.

If you want to save your girl, this
isn't the way.

I never asked for anyone's help. I don't
need anyone.

Then why are you so hell -bent on
getting your family back?

Another one?

Yes.

She was dancing and she was happy like I
haven't seen her.

And there was music playing and she was
clicking her heels.

Seems like a lovely dream to me.

Because I'm right there with her.

Death was dancing too.

Girl, you don't believe in dreams. You
never have.

The worst part.

I don't know it, but I can feel it.

Feel what?

That this is our new destiny.

Fire out of her, death behind her.

And I'm here.

What if I can't save her?

Well, Nilfgaard's not getting any
closer.

Here we go.

Mernon!

Did I hear we're going?

I have to try again.

It's been hours. Her mind isn't bending.
It is.

I've seen flashes of monoliths.

The pool of darkness.

There's more.

I can go deeper.

Jan, please.

It will start hurting you. You're not
this ruthless.

Tissaia did the same once.

Looking for you.

She wasn't ruthless.

She was determined.

We're with you.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Haven't you lost enough, Yennefer?

Folkfort.

Fucking coward.

Sending others to fight for you.

I've given you a taste of what's out
there.

The continent hates you.

Join me and I can protect you.

What about theirs?

I'm not done.

I will suck her dry to find you.

I will hunt you down.

Julien! Whatever he's doing, we have no
home, no support.

We can't beat him. We can.

We can.

We can if we build an army of our own.

The sword of destiny has two edges.

What is this place?

It's a possibility. Could be one of many
futures.

It all depends on what you define.

You have a lion's cup of syndrome.

The world depends on it.

There has to be another way.

If you want to follow...

I have the power to change

things.

The destiny is in your own hands and no
one else's.

You must make the choice.

Thalka, I wanted you to know we're
leaving.

Milk something.

Huh?

Porridge.

And milk.

It's a live cow nearby.

There is no possible way that you can
smell a cow.

Oh, look, a cow.

We're a full day behind already.

Well, let's not waste time. We should
grab the cow and run. Do cows run?

Genuine question, I don't know. I
volunteer to check the house. Ha!

You look like a squirrel. They'll kill
you.

I'd like to see him try.

I'll go.

Something doesn't feel right.

The park!

It's the park!

Back to the park. There's nothing for us
here.

Let's go.

Soldiers. They're not afraid of the
pucks.

Fear is a human quality.

There's nothing human about them
anymore.

It's just that they're inner.

You heard the Witcher.

We're a day behind. Let's get a move on.

Bollocks, Witcher.

You'll not be putting us all at risk for
fuck's sake.

She's not the girl you're looking for.

No, she's not.

I can't go in there. What about the pox?
There's no pox here. It's the girl

trying to survive.

Are you all right?

Can we take you somewhere?

Ungrateful human.

What does that girl have to be grateful
for?

That she saved... From being brutally
raped this time?

That she's managed to survive in this
wretched world?

All fair points.

You.

Witcher. I told you if I saw you again,
I'd kill you.

Geralt! The enemy of your enemy helped
protect us.

Well?

Back to the path?

I thought we were resisting the urge to
be savages.

Not anymore.

Let's go.

Thank you.