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Not a literal one—though in his line of work, those were Tuesday. No, this was the ghost of a promise.

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...

The “Jogo Base,” as the bards had begun calling it—the Foundation Game—was drawing to a close. Every contract fulfilled, every monster slain in the base version of his life was merely a prelude to this: the final confrontation with Eredin, King of the Wild Hunt. Not a literal one—though in his line of

“No more DLC,” Geralt muttered to Roach. “No more treasure hunts. Just us, the sword, and the bastard in the bone mask.” Steel and elven ice rang across the desolate plain

The sky of Tir ná Lia was a bruised purple. Eredin stood atop a obsidian dais, his great sword, Caranthir, pulsing with cold magic.

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.