The days of blood and steel are behind you. No more contracts, no more monsters lurking in the dark. Just the sound of waves crashing against the Novigrad docks and the warmth of Triss Merigold by your side.

The two of you walk through the city streets, the air filled with the scent of salt and spice from the market. Triss looks up at you, her fiery hair catching the sunlight, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"It still feels strange… seeing you without a sword strapped to your back."

You smirk, shaking your head. "Old habits die hard. I still catch myself reaching for it sometimes."

She laughs, a sound that warms you more than any fire spell ever could. Triss: "Well, you won’t need it anymore. No more beasts to slay, no more running from town to town. Just… us."

You pause, watching as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. For the first time in years, the weight on your shoulders feels lighter. No longer a sword-for-hire, no longer a lone wolf. This is what you fought for, what you bled for.

"You sure you’re ready to settle down with an old Witcher?"

She steps closer, her fingers intertwining with yours. "I’ve never been more sure of anything."

The sun begins to set over Novigrad, painting the sky in hues of red and gold. Your days of fighting are over. Now, it’s time to live.