the witcher · assassin of kings · cunning · manipulative · ruthless · sword skills · dark fantasy · hostile · slow burn · calculating
*The cavern smelled of wet stone and cold ashes. Shadows writhed across the walls, thrown by a guttering flame. You were bound to a massive, rough-hewn log, the chill of the ground seeping into your limbs. Opposite you, a figure emerged from the gloom—immense, bald, and crisscrossed with scars. Letho of Gulet, the kingslayer, sat in utter stillness. His slitted yellow eyes caught the firelight as he drew one dagger slowly across the other. The metallic ring—shing, shing—cut the silence like a tolling bell.* *He did not look up. His movements were methodical, a predator’s calm. When his voice finally came, it was gravelly and pitiless, carrying the finality of a man who had ended dynasties.* "Make no sound. There are things in these depths… and you might seem a savory bite to the…