Ciri nods, "Knowing them, they're already on the way..."

Reima "I can teleport us to wherever we need to go, the Hunt can't track me afterall."

Geralt shakes his head, "No, I've left a boat on the sh.o.r.e. We'll travel back to Skellige, book a s.h.i.+p to the mainland and then head to Kaer Morhen on horseback." he states.

Reima "Why? That'll take a few days at the least." he complains.

Geralt turns and glares at him, "I hate portals."

...

Reima "Alright, fine. Let's go then." he says while sheathing his swords and making sure everything is where it needs to be.

The group head outside and find that it's already dark, it seems they'd spent more time inside then they'd initially thought... They start walking towards the sh.o.r.e however they notice something out of place as they go.

Geralt "Those Dwarves, they're gone." he states.

Reima palms his face, idly wondering why he didn't just kill them when they had first arrived. "Those f.u.c.king Dwarves. One Thousand gold they've run off with your boat." he says.

Geralt "They better not have, or I'll make them a head shorter when I find them."

Ciri "Well, we'll not know until we check. Let's go." she says.

Reima and Geralt continue cursing the Dwarves until they finally reach the makes.h.i.+ft dock. Surprise, surprise. The boats gone along with the lantern that he'd left hanging here.

Reima "You know, I don't think I've ever met a Dwarf that I actually liked." he says.

Geralt shakes his head, "Most are good people, though they have the same problem as Gnomes. They tend to favour material wealth above all else."

Ciri stops listening to them as she feels something off... She s.h.i.+vers and realises her breath is visible. "Guys, they're here!" she says in a slight panic.

The duo stop talking and looks around, Reima manages to spot a s.h.i.+p appearing via portal in the distance. As it approaches he can feel the temperature drop, however, he isn't scared... Instead, he's excited.

Reima "Oi you b.a.s.t.a.r.ds! You want some? Come and get it!" he shouts as the Staff of Ma.n.u.s climbs from his shadow and into his hand. He raises it and conjures hundreds of Crystal Soul Spears above him, they all spin and target the s.h.i.+p in the distance.

Aboard the s.h.i.+p :

Imlerith stands aboard the Wild Hunt vessel's bow, he glares at the island in the distance but doesn't spot their target yet... However, not long after they arrive Caranthir and his apprentices all seem to be in a panic. "What is it!?" he shouts, demanding to be told about what's happening.

An apprentice approaches, his heavy armour obscuring his features however one thing is certain. He is fearful. "General! A being on the sh.o.r.e is casting a powerful spell that we have never seen before! Caranthir is attempting to counter it but we have no idea if it will work!" they quickly say.

Imlerith "Who is it, who is casting this spell? Is it "Her"!?!"

The apprentice shakes their head, "No, but she is with the Witcher that managed to escape and kill Nithral. The being looks similar to the Witcher and seems to be his descendant of some sort from what our spies suggest."

Imlerith growls, "Counter the spell and board the land, we must catch the girl before she flee's again!".

Back with Reima :

Geralt watches in shocked awe as Reima conjures a powerful looking spell, it didn't require the Elder Speech that Yennefer, Triss or other Sorceresses typically require. Instead he just raises the monstrous looking Staff and the spell appears. He glances at Ciri and see's she isn't shocked by this which must mean she's aware of it already... Just how strong has his Apprentice become?

Reima launches the spell without mercy and targets the s.h.i.+p instead of it's occupants, attempting to breach the hull to have it sink. However some kind of s.h.i.+eld explodes outwards the moment the Crystal Soul Spears starts moving. It destroys a couple but the rest penetrate the s.h.i.+eld which quickly dissipates, after which they devastate the vessel, mangling it to such an extent that repairing it would be an almost impossible task.

However. He isn't done yet. He starts channelling Chaos into the axehead of the Staff of Ma.n.u.s which causes the temperature surrounding them to raise a couple degrees. It starts glowing dangerously but he isn't done yet. It takes a lot of effort restraining his aura while he does this but he barely manages, eventually putting enough power into the spell that he's confident it'll achieve it's desired results.

Stepping forwards he gives a yell as he swings the Staff downwards as hard as he can towards the s.h.i.+p. The crew of the s.h.i.+p look confused as a huge blade of Dark Red Flames are flung at them with incredible speed. Some attempt to conjure s.h.i.+elds while others. .h.i.t the deck and prepare for impact as it finally reaches the boat...

...

It pa.s.ses through the boat without any noticeable impact, even the bombardment of those Crystal Spears had done more than this... Perhaps it was an illusion?

...

*CREEAAAAAAAAAK!*

The boat under their feet starts making an ominous noise, the part where the wave of fire had pa.s.sed starts to separate. Revealing a clean cut that bisects the boat in two, the two parts start moving in opposite directions as the entire thing begins to sink.

Imlerith roars in rage as he has to ditch his armour for fear of sinking to his doom. Everyone who hadn't taken off their armour drowns quickly without any drama which enrages those that survive.