The Divine Hunter

"What the hell kind of place is this?" Roy climbed up the hill filled with strange rock formations and came to a long, winding path. He stared into the distance, where a mountain range was hidden behind the fog. Behind them stood a gigantic moon. It shone clearer than the surface of Lake Vizima, drawing the eyes of anyone who saw it. Roy felt like he could touch the moon and the mysterious mountains if he just stretched his hand out.

"Like it? There's more to see. But remember. You have to find the answer before time runs out," Gaunter said again, his voice booming everywhere. The Master of Mirrors was hiding somewhere, watching the witcher struggle.

Roy leaped into the air, charging ahead like a cheetah hunting its prey. It was as if he were blinking through the air. The wasteland was eerily quiet and dead. There was not a sound but his footsteps. He didn't even hear any cicadas chirping. The air was filled with a thin layer of cold mist. Weed and dead, gnarled trees stood by the path, as if they were sentries guarding a gate to the underworld.

There was a lantern hanging from the trees' branches every few feet. The light was an eerie red, as if the space around it were drenched in blood. Roy was starting to have a bad feeling about this. He kept running, but he could feel his temples throb, and his instincts screamed at him. About five minutes later, he knew why.

Two silhouettes came out from behind the stones on the path. They charged at Roy, and he scrambled to defend himself, though he didn't panic. He reacted in time thanks to his combat reflexes. He charged ahead and rolled through the opening between them. Roy dodged their attack and turned around. He unsheathed Aerondight and cast Quen. The silhouettes tried to attack him, but he circled them, finding an opening to attack.

'Silhouette

Age: ???

HP: 80

Strength: 8

Dexterity: 5

Constitution: 8

Perception: 5

Will: 4

Charisma: 3

Spirit: 4'

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These monsters were unlike anything Roy had seen before. They were all black, and they devoured all the light around them. These monsters smelled of violence and destruction. They weren't even alive. Roy could see their outline, and they looked like a monster commonly seen around bodies of water—drowners.

When the witcher figured out their attack patterns, he turned around and dodged their attack, then he pushed his hand forward. A powerful air current charged ahead, smashing the monsters like a hammer. They staggered backward and lost their balance.

Roy held Aerondight horizontally, charging ahead at them. He swung the blade down three times, and it struck their necks, chest, and thighs. The blade wasn't even bloodstained even though Roy had cut the monsters open. The silhouettes fell back down and disappeared into the air like wisps of mist.

'Silhoutte killed. EXP +20…'

'Silhoutte killed. EXP +20…'

'Level 6 Witcher'

"This is my world, so you play by my rules!" Gaunter retorted. "And that was just the appetizer."

"So I'm not in the witcher world anymore? Where am I then? Another dimension? Or somewhere this guy created?" Roy didn't figure out the answer. Somewhere on his left side stood a short flight of stairs. A pair of red lanterns shone on an old and dilapidated pavilion. Roy stopped in his tracks and approached the pavilion.

It must have been at least a hundred years old. The elements had weathered it down. Its roof was almost nonexistent, and the remaining parts were covered in fern. The pillars were made of the gnarled branches instead of concrete. It looked eerie and felt wet to the touch. Roy felt something slimy and disgusting on them too.

"This well oughta give you a hint, mate." Gaunter's voice came from the well. "Wanna come inside? I'm right here."

"Your tricks won't work on me, O'Dimm," Roy answered. "There's nothing but your echo down there. It fulfills part of your riddle, but not all of it. It's not the answer."

"I see you're not a total idiot, witcher."

"I can say the same to you."

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Roy went back to the path and came to a rickety wooden bridge. A canyon that stretched into infinity yawned beneath the bridge, and dark clouds swirled in it. Yellowish flashes of light blinked in the clouds, and a cacophony of buzzes followed it. A gust of hot, pungent air blew up from the abyss. Roy tasted sulfur in the air.

"Is there a lava river down there?" Roy stood on the bridge for a moment and had a moment of vertigo. He could imagine how horrifying it must be if he fell from this altitude. He would probably splash into the lava and turn into air. Roy looked away, but then an eerily childlike voice called out to him.

"Roy! Help!"

"Huh?" Roy's heart skipped a beat, and he took a trip down memory lane. He knew that voice. It belonged to his childhood friend. "Been a long time since I heard that voice. Am I starting to hear things?"

"Save me, Roy! It's me, Brandon!" The boy's screams turned even louder, and he trembled in fear.

Roy hastened, and the bridge started wobbling.

"Did you forget about me? I introduced you to Fletcher! And he took you in! You owe me one. Please, help me! I-I don't wanna die!"

"How'd you get here, Brandon?" Roy asked, but he didn't stop. He was slowly getting near the other side of the bridge.

"I-I don't know. I didn't do anything, but I found myself in this place right after I woke up. The river's hotter than the sun! It hurts! It's gonna cook me like a pig!"

"Hello, friend!" someone else bellowed, cutting the boy off. "Mount Carbon sends you its regards. Fancy seeing you here. Are you dead too?" A thich, short hand held the bridge's ropes, and a bearded dwarf showed up. "Quick, give me a hand!" The dwarf struggled to hold the rope. He was dangling from the bridge, swaying with it. The dwarf looked tense, but he forced a smile. "Pull me up and we'll save the boy. Then we have some catching up to do. And we'll have an archery competition. I wanna see if you've improved. Life is shit down here. Good thing dwarves are tough."

Roy didn't stop or hesitate, and the dwarf panicked. "Where are you going, Roy? Help us! Don't leave your friends behind!"

"Sorry, but Barney's still alive, and he's a lousy archer." Roy waved at him.

"Look here, witcher! It's me, Berschel! The old baker's son!" A humble young man with pus all over his face crawled up. "Your potion destroyed my insides. I couldn't even die painlessly because of you. I can still feel it churning in my belly. Please, pull me up. Pay for your sins. Please, help me. I wanna see my father!"

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"Sorry, but I can't waste my time saving you." Roy gnashed his teeth and held the hourglass tightly, but the sand wouldn't stop falling. He finally got across the Bridge of Memories. The past did almost torture him, but they failed to make him waver. "The dead can't come back to life. They're all fake."

The familiar voices disappeared behind the veil of fog. They were taken away by the winds into a land far, far away.

"You didn't even care about your friends, witcher," Gaunter mocked him. "Did the mutation wipe all your feelings away? Turned you into a heartless monster? They should call you Roy, the Stonehearted. You're still a lad, but you're inhumanly heartless.”

"Hey, O'Dimm!" Roy retorted, "I'll catch you, I swear!"

"That's all it took to rile you up? Give up, my friend. Release yourself from this misery."

"In your dreams, O'Dimm!"

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