"So you mean a death god sent you here?" Fizzwigg asked as they stepped past what little remained of the Gates of Kareth'Zul.
The once-mighty gateway was now little more than two fractured stone pillars jutting up from the cracked earth like broken fangs. Runic carvings, half-erased by time and war, still faintly shimmered along their surfaces, and the shattered arch that once joined them lay scattered in chunks across the road like gravestones.
Wind whispered through the ruins, carrying ash and dust through the empty archway where thousands of souls once passed.
"So let me get this straight," Fizzwigg said as they made their way past the broken fangs of Kareth'Zul's ruined gate. "A Death God sent you here… to fight other humans?"
He paused. "Is this some kind of twisted sport?"
"Yeah," Yennefer replied with a tired sigh. "You could put it that way."
