He pulled the sword free. Eredin crumbled into ice dust.
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. The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt -NSP--EUA--Jogo Base-.p...
Not a literal one—though in his line of work, those were Tuesday. No, this was the ghost of a promise. He pulled the sword free
Three months had passed since he’d found Ciri at the Isle of Mists. Three months since the Battle of Kaer Morhen claimed Vesemir. And three nights since Yennefer had left a note on his pillow at the Chameleon: “Finish what you started. No more side quests. No more Gwent. Find the last rider of the Wild Hunt.” The main quest was complete
“You delayed,” Eredin said, his voice echoing like a tomb door closing. “I expected you months ago. Did the little errands distract you, Witcher?”