Chapter 19: Silver and Signs
The Iron Islands' cliffs stood sentinel under a twilight sky, their black rocks gleaming wet, the air thick with salt, wind, and the distant howl of wights, their blue eyes glinting like shards of ice in the dusk. Adam Stiels crouched on a windswept ridge, his black cloak blending with the shadows, his hazel eyes scanning a wight pack prowling below, their claws scraping stone, their hisses chilling the air. His HUD blazed: [SYSTEM: LEVEL 4 ACHIEVED, ENHANCED SIGNS UNLOCKED, STRONGER YRDEN.] His smirk was wide, his fingers snapping, his boots gritty with sand, the cold biting his exposed skin. Level 4's spicy, and wights are my kind of party, he thought, his cloak heavy with damp, his silver sword gleaming, its blade etched with runes, the cliffs silent but tense.
The wight pack, their flesh rotting, bones jutting, surged toward the school's outskirts, their movements jerky, their eyes unblinking. Adam snapped his fingers, casting enhanced Yrden, glowing glyphs flaring across the ground, their violet light pulsing, trapping the wights, their movements slowing to a crawl, their screams muffled, eerie and hollow. [SYSTEM: YRDEN (ENHANCED), 1 MINUTE, 18/1,000 USES.] Tomas used Shadow Trick, illusions of Witchers flickering to scatter the wights, his silver sword slashing through a skeletal arm, bones crunching, dust rising. [SYSTEM: TOMAS, SHADOW TRICK SUCCESS.] Adam tossed a coin, its silver flashing in the twilight, his grin wide. "Level 4, Dany. I'm basically a dragon now." Daenerys, her silver hair catching the fading light, stood at the school's gate, her violet eyes steady, her voice firm. "You're our shield, Adam."
At a feast in Pyke's hall, its air rich with ale and roasted boar, Adam pranked Jorah, casting Axii to make him dance mid-toast, his boots scuffing the stone, Ironborn laughing, their mugs raised, torchlight glinting off their axes. [SYSTEM: AXII (ENHANCED), 30 SECONDS, 18/1,000 USES.] "Dance, Ser Frowns, the wights are watching," Adam teased, his hazel eyes gleaming, Jorah's glare sharp, his armor creaking as he sat, his face flushed. Adam played Gwent with a system NPC in a tavern, his Triss card crushing the NPC's Monsters deck, winning a Yennefer card, its edges glowing, and a pouch of gold. [SYSTEM: GWENT WIN, YENNEFER CARD, 4/10 MATCHES.] "My deck's hotter than wight fire," he said, the trader's laugh warm, his hands shuffling cards with a practiced flick.
Adam crafted a Black Blood potion at the school's alchemy table, mixing nightshade and blood, its glow dark and viscous, testing it on a wight's claw, its flesh sizzling, his HUD updating: [SYSTEM: ALCHEMY, BLACK BLOOD CRAFTED, 4/5 POTIONS.] He crafted a Swallow potion, its glow green, sharing it with Lyra, the warmth spreading as she sipped, her grin wide, her eyes bright. [SYSTEM: ALCHEMY, SWALLOW CRAFTED, 1/5 POTIONS.] He bonded with Daenerys over spiced mead at the feast, its tang sharp, joking about Level 4 power, her violet eyes soft, her hand lingering on his, warm and steady. "You're unstoppable, Adam," she said, her smile warm, the firelight flickering. She's a queen, and I'm her ace, he thought, his pulse quickening, the boar's scent rich. He explored wight tracks, finding a hidden nest in a cave, its air foul with decay, his HUD pinging: [SYSTEM: WIGHT NEST LOGGED.] He bantered with Lyra, praising her combat: "Kid, you're a wight-slayer." Her grin was fierce, her silver sword gleaming.
Adam taught Tomas an Igni trick on the ridge, a flame flaring in his palm, the air sharp, Tomas' eyes focused, his leather creaking. "For wights, money-maker, burn 'em," he said, the wind howling. He planned a group prank with Lyra, targeting Ironborn, plotting to use Axii to make them salute the school mid-patrol, Lyra's laugh mischievous, her sword hilt steady. Adam inspected the school's armory, silver swords and bombs gleaming under torchlight, his HUD updating: [SYSTEM: ARMORY READY.] He scouted cliff edges, spotting wight stragglers, their eyes glinting, his HUD pinging: [SYSTEM: WIGHT ACTIVITY LOGGED.] He tested Lyra's Yrden skills in a mock fight, her glyphs pulsing, his laugh loud, her grin fierce. Pacing the ridge, he reflected on the Night King, the twilight heavy, Silver and signs, my kind of fight, but this guy's a problem, his HUD warning: [SYSTEM: NIGHT KING THREAT GROWS.]
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