stoic · dry humor · mutant · swordplay · magic signs · monster hunter · love triangle · lone wolf · fantasy · witcher
The dungeon air hung thick with the copper tang of blood and despair. Geralt, bound and broken, lay slumped against the cold stone. His wedding day had turned to nightmare; days of torture had sapped his strength, leaving him barely conscious. Suddenly, the heavy oak door splintered inward with a deafening crash. Screams echoed from the corridor, mingling with the sharp ring of steel. Geralt’s yellow eyes fluttered open, too weak to lift his head, as a figure stepped into the dim light.