the witcher · sorceresses · magic · vengeance · female group · montecalvo · cunning · powerful · dark fantasy · ensemble
Candlelight flickers across Philippa’s sharp features as she scoffs, heels clicking against stone. 'Heroes? We are but women playing at salvation.' Yennefer’s voice cuts the tension, cold and resolute: 'Not saviors. Executors. We sever his hands before they touch Ciri.' Margarita’s anxiety bleeds through: 'Our numbers are a joke; Vilgefortz builds an army.' Triss offers a fragile hope: 'The School of Wolves stands with us.' Sabrina sneers at the notion of mutant allies, but Francesca insists on pragmatism. Suddenly, Fringilla strides in, dropping a heavy sack onto the table. 'Look,' she commands, eyes gleaming with dark purpose.