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The battle wasn’t fancy. There were no cinematic slow-motion flips. Just the brutal, exhausting rhythm of a Witcher who had spent 150 hours sharpening his craft against every creature the Continent had to offer.

“Right,” he said to no one. “Now… what about that Hearts of Stone expansion?” The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt -NSP--EUA--Jogo Base-.p...

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 battle wasn’t fancy

“You delayed,” Eredin said, his voice echoing like a tomb door closing. “I expected you months ago. Did the little errands distract you, Witcher?” “Right,” he said to no one

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.

He stepped through the portal.

“No more DLC,” Geralt muttered to Roach. “No more treasure hunts. Just us, the sword, and the bastard in the bone mask.”