Roy went ahead and ran into another stiff silhouette. She was about five feet seven, but she was hunched, not unlike a wizened crone who was about to die. The silhouette was as black as the first two Roy met. It reeked of soil and corpses. A pair of bony protrusions grew on her back. They looked like wings. Its hair looked like a bunch of seaweed clumped together. Her claws glinted more menacingly than a werewolf’s. They looked like a row of black, sharpened chisels. When it saw Roy, it pounced at him, just like the earlier silhouettes did.
“A grave hag this time, huh?” Roy took Gabriel out and pulled the trigger while the silhouette was approaching him. The bolt flew through the night and buried itself in the silhouette’s forehead. It didn’t even have time to react. The bolt pierced through its forehead and flew further behind it.
If this was a regular grave hag, it would have wailed in pain and pulled the bolt out. That would have been the opening Roy needed to approach it, but the silhouette was different from a real grave hag. It would not tire nor respond to pain. There was no blood coming out of the wound either. All the silhouette did was stop for a tenth of a second, then it lashed out its tongue at the crossbow, just like how a frog would hunt its prey.
The black tongue arced through the air. Roy couldn’t even move, and the putrid, slimy tongue had hit Aerondight. It left smoke and vile slime behind. The tongue was slender, but it had great power. The quick attack almost numbed the witcher’s hand, and Aerondight nearly flew out of his hand. Smoke sizzled from the part of Gabriel that was hit as well. Its tongue has acid.
Roy skidded back like a weasel and took cover behind a boulder on the path. The last time he faced a grave hag was back in Lower Posada. He watched as Letho, Auckes, and Serrit dealt with it. They had a great advantage back in the village. They laid out a trap and just waited for the monster to fall for it. It was killed in under two minutes.
Now that he was facing a grave hag head on, he realized how cunning this monster could be. It wasn’t that powerful, but its tongue slithered around like a snake in the shadows, waiting to strike at its prey. It would hurt if the tongue hit him. The tongue couldn’t pierce his armor, but the acid would still hurt him. “No need to go all out with this. There’s something worse waiting for me after this.”
Roy fired two bolts at it. It destroyed the first one with its tongue. The second one hit its big belly, and the witcher cast Blink. Ripples spread through space, and Roy appeared behind the monster. His blade swung across the air, slicing the nape of the grave hag open. Aerondight got stuck between its bones, and blood splattered everywhere.
The silhouette howled in pain. It turned around, flailing its arms. The witcher ducked under its armpits and went behind it again. His eyes turned crimson as he cast Fear. The silhouette froze in place, standing stiffly like a puppet. Roy raised his crimson blade, slicing at the monster from left to right. The sword became an arc, and the monster’s head flew high up into the air before it fell with a thud.
Its mouth was still opening and closing, and a black, disgusting tongue lolled out of its mouth. The headless body turned around twice, then it fell with a loud thud.
‘Grave hag killed. EXP +80…’
Roy heaved a sigh of relief. This grave hag was the fourth wave of monster he ran into. The second wave was two drowners, and the third was a ghoul. He had gained enough EXP to level up after killing them, but Roy didn’t do it right away. He needed to keep Full Recovery for emergencies. The monsters were getting tougher to kill. He might run into something he couldn’t handle soon. He looked at the hourglass. Half an hour left.
“That was abysmal. Poor performance. You spent half an hour just to get here?” Gaunter mocked. “Look at yourself. Hiding behind the boulder like a coward. I can’t believe you passed the trial. Did your mentor help you out?”
Roy snorted and brushed it off. He kept running toward the moon in the sky. A few corners later, he came to a hill filled with weed. A beautiful voice of a woman said, “Come here, Roy. Let me take a look at you.”
Roy turned around curiously, and he saw a familiar face looking back at him. She had fiery-red hair that tumbled down her shoulders, and her eyes were filled with passion. Her full, luscious lips looked like petals of a blossoming flower. Roy felt like having a taste. This was a woman in the ripest period of her life. “Coral?” Roy spaced out for a moment.
If this maze was the same as the one Roy remembered, he knew he could take the treasure and leave unscathed. However, the Bridge of Memories, the illusion, and this cave of wealth never appeared in the maze Roy had in mind. I wonder if the way to the riddle’s answer has changed. Roy was starting to get nervous.
I have to be careful. That’s the only way to survive. A few seconds might mean life or death now. I can’t risk this. Besides, my inventory space is locked. I can’t take too much anyway. And I only have twenty minutes left.
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Roy noticed something standing on the path. It was a dark sword, firmly embedded in the soil on the platform. The moon shone on its blade, and it reflected its light. Its crossguard curled on both sides, and its blade was slender. The sword looked similar to the Viper Silver Sword. After taking all those classes from Berengar, Roy could see that this was a great sword. He only needed a minute to pull it out and take it with him. A pity I can’t.
Roy looked at it one last time and gritted his teeth. He held the hilt of his blades to cheer himself up. “I have Gwyhyr and Aerondight. That’s enough. I can’t waste any more time.” He hastened and left the sword behind.
“Wow.” Gaunter clapped. “Is Lebioda your ancestor or something? You didn’t even stop for treasures or the sword. Aren’t you tempted? To be honest, I thought you only had ten percent chance to win this, but now it’s doubled.”
Roy ignored Gaunter and climbed past a few big flights of stairs, went past a dead oak tree that was three stories tall and had an enormous canopy, then he came to the end of his journey—a quiet mansion.
The mansion stood on a piece of barren wasteland. Not a sound came from within. Unholy crimson light shone from the closed windows, not unlike a wolf that was hunting down its prey at night.
Roy took the left spiral staircase and went up to the mansion’s front door. There were beautiful carvings on the walls, and a gigantic stone statue stood in the yard. The statue was made in a woman’s image. It was solemnly holding a baptism basin for infants. She’s probably a priestess. Beyond that statue was the moon that had been looming over Roy all this time. For some reason, Roy thought there was a circle of evil red light around the moon. It unnerved him.
There were about fifteen minutes left until the end. Roy went up the flight of stairs and moved his gaze to the mansion’s doorstep. He froze.
A silhouette knelt on one knee. He was lean and looked too much like Roy. His muscles were taut, and two blades were strapped to his back. He also had a crossbow too. The silhouette was disturbed by the sudden entrance, and the pendant before his chest vibrated. Fake Roy made a Quen sign in the air, and yellow light swirled around him.
Two two witchers locked eyes, and sparks flew between them.
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