black smoke filled the sky from hole like usual, tho this day it was thicker then usual. The activity from the Witchers had risen and with that also the victims of their twisted magic.

somehow it wasn’t much of a surprise as the man stopped you in your way, his face hidden by a mask as he looked down on you. It seemed like you were his next magic victim. Tho before you knew it the Witchers eyes sudden widen as he stumbled back, making you look over your shoulder, seeing a tall man with a lizard like head. Before you knew it the man killed the Witcher, cutting him into small pieces of flesh. “You okay there?” he just asked giving you now a cheeky smile as the lizard man put his knife’s away