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Prepare for battle, lads!

Come! This is one!

Should have chosen a side, witcher.

Move! Move!

The Redanian side.

Keep moving! Move it!

A new day dawns, Geralt of Rivia.

I swear, if you say another word...

I cannot let you leave until we've done what we came to do.

On whose orders?

Lay down your weapon. I'd hate to ask the boys to persuade you.

- Move it! - You were one of us, Radcliffe.

Why sell out the Brotherhood? Let go!

- I'm a prisoner? - Do you know what you're doing?

- We're only here for mages. - Get them out!

Holding you is more of a... courtesy.

After all, I see us as allies.

With me! This way!

Fine. I'll comply.

That one! Take a stand!

Piece of advice, though.

Coming after mages in their own home during a conclave...

- That's suicide. - Hmm.

Many mages have already joined us, mutant.

- Come on! - Take your hands off me!

Best to come peacefully.

How much did you pay these dogs, Keira?

I do hope, for your sake,

that Yennefer chooses the right side as well.

Ciri.

You, shut up!

Traitors to the Brotherhood, you'll get what you deserve.

- Geralt. - Please, sir!

Not so powerful with dimeritium around your wrists, are ya?

Come on, now!

- I won't let you do this! - How can you do this?

- You traitor! - Come on, come on!

Radcliffe, what are you doing?

- Move it, old man! - Help me!

Check the side rooms!

Bust that door!

Check the rooms on the left!

Can't have gone far.

Where the fuck did she go?

Ciri.

Ahem.

- I was just... - I know what you were doing.

- You've got it wrong. - I've got it wrong? I'm sorry.

Which part? The part where you feigned affection for me,

or the part where you tried to kidnap a young woman under my care

whilst I slept?

It would make everything easier for us if she came to Redania.

- I'd be out from under Dijkstra's thumb. - And there it is.

How can you think my feelings for you are a lie?

Because that is who you are, Radovid.

At your core.

I thought I'd seen through your mask.

Turns out there was nothing behind it.

I'm so sorry.

Ciri.

Oh, Ciri.

Ciri!

Ciri!

Armbands are a nice touch.

Helps us know who's on the winning side.

Prisoners?

Traitors. Strewn across the courts of the North.

Spies weakening us for Nilfgaard's march of conquest.

- Are they all traitors? - No.

Just Vilgefortz and his cronies.

The rest shall bear witness.

This is an assault on magic. On all of us.

- Redania seeks to... - Shut your mouth!

So.

If they are here to bear witness,

then why are they bound in dimeritium?

Our protection.

We have ample evidence of Vilgefortz aligning with Nilfgaard.

We want to be heard.

The Brotherhood needs our help

to root out these traitorous infestations.

- So, this is a trial? - No.

A purge.

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It's too late... it's too late...

You shouldn't have left the girl alone.

... left the girl alone...

She belongs with my master.

- Lydia. - And you... and you...

you belong in the dirt... dirt...

You must truly hate what's left of your face to challenge me.

You were great in your time... in your time...

But that time has passed... has passed...

My master has given me power beyond...

Power beyond... power... power...

Yennefer.

Fight all you want.

The Lion Cub will bend to my master's will.

That coward Vilgefortz? Never.

You can't protect her if you're dead.

Can't protect her if you're dead...

There's a coup, Yen.

I was hoping Istredd and the others had made it down here.

Does this mean I can count on you to help me protect Ciri?

Protecting her isn't enough.

You have to know that.

I do.

She'll only master her power if she masters herself.

With us, Ciri will find and fulfill her own destiny.

Her destiny is with Vilgefortz.

Her blood will give him...

Nothing.

I have to get to Ciri.

This way.

I'll find Tissaia. She'll know what to do.

Finally, our headmistress.

- Tissaia, thank gods you're safe. - Please make this right.

Keira! Radcliffe! Why wasn't she secured?

I told them I would melt their faces if they touched me.

There'll be no face melting here.

I've shrouded your little kingdom in a powerful binding spell.

Oh yes, I can feel it.

From The Book of the Waning Sun. I wrote that book.

We will concede you are the most powerful of mages.

The beating heart of Aretuza.

Where you go, the Brotherhood follows,

which is why we will be courteous.

She won't believe your lies.

Your sad gambit to put all mages in the service of Vizimir.

Strike him, you will not live to see sunset.

There's no need.

We have accounts of portals bridging this place and Nilfgaard.

Vilgefortz's portals.

Why should anyone here believe you?

Listen, we know that you've tainted the Brotherhood

by having that nasty bastard Rience doing your dirty work.

Rience was ousted years ago.

- Oh, was he? - Shut your mouth, Radcliffe!

And what of you, witcher?

What is your stake? Are you part of this insanity?

I am not.

Nor do I think the accusations insane.

You did know this was coming.

You admitted as much last night.

First Stregobor, now Vilgefortz? Who will it be next?

The powers that threaten the Continent,

Philippa and Dijkstra, are who should be on trial here.

I don't give a shit about Brotherhood politics.

There's an unnatural fog in the bay.

What do you mean?

Someone's using magic to conceal ships.

Don't you see?

It's a Redanian army.

Here to support their treachery.

To destroy everything we have worked for.

I must give Aplegatt a large boon.

Tissaia, you must break the binding spell.

You'll only delay the inevitable. Vilgefortz will be exposed today.

She spurned you for what you had to do at Sodden Hill.

Whoever they are,

they're moving closer.

- Break the binding spell. - Shut him up!

- Sabrina? - Oh, fuck!

Anybody, stop her!

Death to Redania.

There's no rush, Geralt.

I can assure you, if you're looking for the girl,

you're too late.

Fuckin' witcher.

Dijkstra!

Geralt.

Let's not do anything rash.

You know what?

I'll just tell you where we've taken her.

You... you can't blame a man for trying.

You... you'll never get away with this.

I've got 50 men coming on those boats.

Best hope one of them's a barber surgeon.

Mmm...

I should have known better, friend.

No. You should've paid more attention... friend.

I'm finished here.

- We'll take it from here, Tissaia. - Move!

Don't ever come back here.

Vilgefortz!

We can take the Redanians out

if we unite our Chaos and trap them in the tunnels.

That won't be happening.

The Scoia'tael will enter this place

and burn it to the ground in the name of the White Flame.

The Scoia'tael?

What are you talking...

Why?

- This is our home. - No, Tissaia.

This is your home.

I don't care who sacks it.

I have my own aims.

And they no longer include you.

How could you?

Stregobor, with his pride, was easy to set up.

And you, with your undying trust, were easy to fool.

Vilgefortz, please. Please, do not do this!

Vilgefortz.

Poor Tissaia. Such a failure of judgment.

Today, we reclaim Aretuza as our own

and we bring the Elder Blood princess home.

You will never take Aretuza.

Archers!

On my go!

Now!

- Help! We need help! - Dimeritium tipped arrows.

The archers are the priority!

Disarm and deflect!

If you find the girl, bring her to me.

Go! Go!

Go! Go!

Ciri!

Yennefer!

Ciri.

Ciri!

You're alive.

I dreamt you and Geralt were gone.

We'll never leave you.

Never! You know that.

You were dead.

We need to get away from this island as fast as possible.

The chain ferry. Come on.

Yen, what about Geralt?

He'll find us.

He always finds us.

Come on.

No!

Francesca!

No!

That's not fair!

Your Chaos, Tissaia!

Artorius! She's unarmed.

Take her now!

Oh, gods!

Kill them all!

Kill!

Goodbye, Uncle.

Artorius!

Artorius!

You've got to fight.

You've got to fight!

Come on!

Run!

We're almost at the stables.

Fire fucker!

Enough!

You won't kill her. Your master wants her alive.

I have no master.

I'm going to remove my sword,

going to leave it here,

and back away.

You were right about Vilgefortz.

He's at the center of all this.

He brought both Nilfgaard and the Scoia'tael.

They're all searching for you, Ciri.

We have to get off this island.

No! Oh god!

Tissaia! We have to take cover.

- Archers up top! - Get them!

- We need more help! - Marti, over here!

Triss!

Tissaia needs us! Hurry!

Listen to me. These elves, they still need you.

We all followed you here because we believe in your strength.

I, too, thought I'd lost everything,

but there is always something to fight for.

This is our fight, and we can win, but together.

The doors are magically sealed!

Let's go!

- Gerhart! - He's having a heart attack.

- Take him! - Okay.

- Istredd, help! - Come on, this way.

This way, Triss.

- Hold on, Gerhart. - Put him there.

- My heart... - I've got you.

- Tissaia! We need help! - Tissaia!

- My heart! - Easy...

- No! - We wanted to stop Vilgefortz.

You made your choice, traitors!

Hate us today, punish us tomorrow.

They will not destroy this place, Tissaia.

This is our home. Let us fight with you.

For you.

With me!

Don't waste your Chaos.

Gerhart, no.

- Leave me, Triss. - You're going to be fine!

- I promise. - It's too late.

No, it isn't.

We'll keep on fighting...

Triss! No!

Triss...

Tissaia, it's okay. We'll find another way.

It's okay. I need to take it out.

Tissaia! Gah!

Triss, I need to take it out, okay?

I'll take it out. Breathe. You're gonna be okay. Breathe.

It's almost over. It's almost over.

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Breathe. Yeah?

If they're inside, if they're sacking the whole place...

- The book! - Yeah.

Tissaia hid it, so Vilgefortz will know

if he orchestrated this whole thing.

- Now, you understand. - I'll be okay. Go.

But don't let it get into the wrong hands.

I need you to be okay.

I need you.

Marti, help her!

Tissaia.

What's wrong, Yen?

Yen.

She's summoning Alzur's Thunder.

A spell of last resort.

Go to her.

We'll be all right.

- No. - She has no choice.

I understand what she means to you.

To know she suffers, she fights,

that she may die.

We didn't come this far to abandon each other.

Then don't abandon me.

I have to do this.

I've searched so long.

Fought so long.

Hurt so many.

And it was all worth it.

No matter where you go or where you hide, we will never be apart.

Destiny brought us together.

Never lost. Always found.

I love you, my daughter.

Come back to us.

Fringilla!

- I thought you were dead. - No. Not dead.

I'm simply no longer confined, Cahir.

You know, it is amazing what you can do when you think for yourself.

There's a good chance the girl has already fled the building.

Take a search party and go. Tissaia's life's mine.

Then take her.

No.

Take cover!

Thank you for the book.

But it's not the only thing I want.

I'll see you soon.

Ugh.

Hello, Sigismund.

Madness that you thought you could control us.

All alone now, are we?

Mmm.

I got one for you.

I think you'll like this one.

What do you call a spymaster when all of his spies have fled?

Hmm?

The answer is "dead."

Vilgefortz outplayed us. We must move.

Tissaia's using Alzur's Thunder.

It will kill anyone she lays eyes on.

How did the Squirrels beat us here?

Ah, either they met and defeated our reinforcements...

- Or I hired the wrong messenger. - Hmm.

Can you cast a portal?

No. Not until we get some distance from Tor Lara.

Good thing you enjoy pain.

We need to get down there.

It's him.

- He's mine. - There's no coming back from this.

Back to what?

To my home he burned?

To my family he killed?

He's haunted my nightmares ever since.

But I'm not afraid of him anymore.

Princess, I've dreamt of this moment.

No!

I do not wish to fight you!

Pick it up!

Pick it up!

Why?

In the attack in Cintra, when I took you,

I did everything I was asked with no hesitation,

but now, I can't stop asking questions.

I've discovered I was wrong!

I can't give you back the life I stole.

My life is yours.

So take it.

You took...

everything from me.

I know.

I know.

Take this blade,

and let yours be the last face I see in this world.

Princess Cirilla.

The Lion Cub of Cintra.

She who has the power to move the world.

I owe you that.

Do it.

And forgive me.

Forgive me.

- Yah! - The Scoia'tael.

Go.

I will find you.

Ciri.

- Stop! - No!

Let's end this.

One last stand. We keep what's ours.

Come on.

- Stand back or die. - No!

You will not take what is ours.

You're outnumbered. You have no choice.

Go to hell, you fucking mongrels!

I'll show you the way!

He's tapping into fire magic.

Go.

I'll buy you some time.

I've been waiting for this moment.

Go!

Triss, find Geralt.

Falka will be waiting for you.

Help me move this.

Ciri.

Go.

I'm not leaving you. I can help you.

Never lost, always found. Go.

So, we have an epilogue, then.

The dénouement that draws the play to a close.

Or is it fate?

You know where she's going.

Tor Lara.

And there is no way out.

It's all over.

No way out?

I'm glad to hear it.

That means there's only one way in.

And you'll never reach it.

You're a wise man, Geralt.

A lot like me.

A warrior. Touched by magic.

Alone in a world he never made.

Enough with your parallels. You lack originality.

Even more so with Emhyr pulling your strings.

I have no strings.

Nilfgaard will get what it wants, as will I.

You may consider me your opponent,

but it is you who is the enemy of good today, Geralt.

I grow tired of asking.

And I grow tired of answering.

I will not be your partner.

I will not join your fight.

Arrogance will be your undoing.

And steel will be yours.

You like my staff?

Know what the hardest part was?

Holding back!

Hiding my real skills,

knowing I could take any life at any time.

It was... exasperating.

Today, I hold back no more.

- Die, abominations! - No!

- No! No... - Fall back!

It's over.

Hah!

I could smash your brain out through your ears.

Make a friend of this pain, Geralt of Rivia.

Today...

you begin your new life,

as my warning to the Continent!

This was supposed to be a lesson.

But you were mistaken, witcher.

You mistook the stars reflected on a pond at night...

for the sky.

I shall see you later.

One day.

Perhaps.

I didn't come to hurt you.

All I want is to share my knowledge with you.

It was smart for you to join the witcher and Yennefer.

But we both know they couldn't properly train you.

Only I can show you the way.

Only I know what your powers can do.

Please, Cirilla. Let me help you.

Be my pupil.

What are you trying to tell me?

Please.

I can hear you... can hear you...

- Yes. - Yes.

I understand...

- I understand. - I understand...

What are you doing?

You don't know what you're playing with, Cirilla...

... what you're playing with, Cirilla...

- You are not ready! - ... ready...

- You are not ready for this kind of power! - You are not ready for this kind of power!

- But together... - ... together...

we can change this Continent!

Can you hear me?

I'll take you to safety.

Where is the girl? Have the scouts returned?

- Did Cahir capture her? - They haven't returned.

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