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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.”

“You delayed,” Eredin said, his voice echoing like a tomb door closing. “I expected you months ago. Did the little errands distract you, Witcher?” The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt -NSP--EUA--Jogo Base-.p...

The King of the Wild Hunt fell to his knees. Frost evaporated from his armor. His mask cracked. Three months had passed since he’d found Ciri

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. No more side quests