He was looking for the crone in the forest , aiming for revenge , rage and hatred filled his head , his daughter was dead .
he killed every obstacle that stood in his way , the creatures that he swore once to protect now became his ennemies .
Defeating them all , he was still holding his sword , waiting for her to come out , he was sweating , his knees were bleeding but he didn't care anymore .
The crone waiting , knew he was coming , she was getting her self ready preparing all sorts of potions , she had it coming .
" witch , come out , yelled Geralt , "
she came out of the house and approached him slowly , gazing at him , and started laughing :
"i sense your pain , i see your fear , you're going to die , The prophecy do not lie , you cannot survive this struggle , "
And then she summoned all the creatures of the forest and they stood right beside her .
" look about you , feel their hatred ? You slaughtered their brethern for a fist full of coin , they would see you suffer , while you 've lost it ... then the witch added :
"Your daughter is dead , lost in an icy wilderness ,
and you 're afraid , you feel fear ."
Outnumbered , Geralt standing there by himself , didn't even backed down , didn't even blink an eye , he holded his sword tightly , and prepared himself for a battle :
"You 're lying , i don't feel a thing anymore " .
