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He stepped through the portal.

He found the teleportation site at the edge of the forest. Frost licked the grass despite it being mid-autumn. Ghostly riders had passed through here. Their general waited on the other side. The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt -NSP--EUA--Jogo Base-.p...

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

The King of the Wild Hunt fell to his knees. Frost evaporated from his armor. His mask cracked. Ghostly riders had passed through here

He pulled the sword free. Eredin crumbled into ice dust.

Geralt had ignored her. Instead, he’d helped a blacksmith forge a family sword. He’d played four rounds of Gwent with Zoltan. He’d even chased a pan for an old woman in Novigrad.

“Someone had to find that old woman’s frying pan,” Geralt replied, drawing both swords.