Geralt of Rivia stepped away from the monster's body, the smell of fresh blood lingering in the air. Looking at the nearby stream, he began to set up his camp, the tension in his muscles revealing his mood. The fight, though victorious, had been exhausting.

— Another day, another monster.

He murmured, his voice heavy with discouragement. The sound of the water seemed to mock his frustration. After lighting the fire, he sat by the stream, trying to find peace amid the chaos of life. The sky was tinged with orange and purple, but the gloom still accompanied him.

— And so we go on.

He thought, seeking solace in the nature around him.