Chapter 19: Witcher's Strength
[Morning – Qarth outskirts – 299 AC]
The morning air was thick with the scent of training, a mix of sweat and the sharp tang of steel. The sun was still low, casting long, stark shadows across the dusty plains outside Qarth. Adam was training his Witcher team. Lyra, Tomas, Kael, and the newest recruit, Myra, stood in a tight circle around him.
"Shadow Trick," Adam said, his voice a low rumble. "It's not a Sign, but it's just as powerful. It's about perception, about controlling what they see. Or don't see."
He demonstrated, a flash of motion, a blur of smoke, and then he was gone. He reappeared a few feet away, a grim smile on his face. The Witchers gasped, then a murmur of excitement spread through the group.
[SYSTEM ALERT: 15 STAMINA USED. 100 XP GAINED.]
"Myra, you first," Adam said.
She nodded, her face a mask of grim determination. She took a step, a flicker of motion, and then she was gone. She reappeared a few feet away, her face flushed with the effort, but a look of triumph in her eyes.
"Shadow Trick's sneaky," she said, her voice a low murmur.
"Sneaky wins wars," Adam replied. He looked at the rest of the team. "My team's a fortress. Viserys is a crumbling ruin." He saw the prince at the edge of the training camp, his face a grim mask of fury and shame. Adam smiled, a cruel glint in his eyes. He lifted his hand, a small, subtle burst of Axii flowing from his fingertips.
[SYSTEM ALERT: 10 STAMINA USED. 50 XP GAINED.]
Viserys's rage melted into a strange, pathetic plea. He dropped to his knees, his eyes wide with a desperate, pathetic hunger. "Spare me, please!" he cried out, his voice a wail. "I beg you!" The words were an echo of the first time he had done this, but they were still a potent weapon. The sight of a prince begging for mercy in front of a group of soldiers was a powerful psychological weapon.
[Noon – Qarth garden – 299 AC]
The midday sun beat down on the camp, and Adam found himself back in the dragon enclosure. The three young dragons were growing with a startling speed, their scales hardening, their movements becoming more confident. His own copper-colored dragon, the one he had bonded with, was the largest of the three, its eyes a molten gold. He patted its great head, its warmth a familiar comfort. He could feel it, the growing presence of his own dragon, its mind a little more complex, a little more aware with each passing day. The bond, a gentle tugging at his consciousness, was a sign of its flourishing.
[SYSTEM ALERT: 100 XP GAINED.]
He had a few more potions to craft. He took out his alchemy kit, pulling out the necessary ingredients for a Swallow potion. It was a simple concoction, but it was essential, a quick boost of health in the middle of a fight. He pulled out the necessary herbs and a flask of water, mixing them with a few drops of his own blood. The system hummed its approval.
[SYSTEM ALERT: SWALLOW POTION CRAFTED. 100 GOLD USED. 50 XP GAINED.]
He saw Viserys, his face a grim mask, standing a few feet away, watching him. Adam had to be careful. The man was a snake, and snakes were best handled with caution. He used a bit of his Disguise skill, not to change his appearance, but to make himself seem like a fleeting wisp of smoke, a trick of the light. He moved a few feet to his right, and Viserys's eyes darted, confused.
[SYSTEM ALERT: 15 STAMINA USED. 50 XP GAINED.]
"My dragons trust you," Daenerys said, her voice a calm balm in the tense air.
"And I trust my team," Adam replied, his gaze still on Viserys. He had a feeling the prince would try something stupid. He always did.
Kael, standing at the edge of the Witcher circle, nodded. "We're ready."
[Evening – Qarth streets – 299 AC]
The streets of Qarth, once filled with the shouts of slavers and the clinking of chains, now buzzed with the quiet energy of a city in transition. Adam was on patrol, his senses alert. He could feel the tension in the air, the quiet resentment of the old order, the fear of the newly freed. He was looking for assassins, for the whispers of the Pureborn. He found them in a quiet alley, two men in simple tunics, their eyes darting, their hands on the hilt of hidden daggers.
"Assassins? Too easy," Adam said, his voice a low growl.
They turned, their faces contorted with surprise and fear. They drew their daggers, but Adam was faster. He slammed his hand into the ground, and a powerful Yrden sign, a shimmering circle of glowing energy, bloomed around him. The first man, caught in the trap, stumbled and fell. Adam was a blur of motion, his silver sword a gleaming line of death.
[SYSTEM ALERT: 15 STAMINA USED. 100 XP GAINED.]
The first man fell with a cry, his neck slit in a single, fluid motion. The second, a man with a wild, panicked look in his eyes, found himself disarmed and then run through the chest. They were amateurs. They weren't a threat. Not to him.
[SYSTEM ALERT: 100 XP GAINED. "KILL 10 ENEMIES" QUEST PROGRESS: 450/500.]
"No one touches my queen," Adam snarled, his voice a cold, hard promise. Daenerys, who had been on a patrol of her own, walked up behind him, her eyes wide with a strange, fierce pride.
"You're a wall," she said, her voice filled with a quiet awe.
He saw Viserys, who had been following them at a distance, a look of smug satisfaction on his face as he watched the skirmish. He had probably hoped to see Adam fall. Adam's lips curled into a smirk. He lifted his hand, a small, subtle burst of Aard flowing from his fingertips.
[SYSTEM ALERT: 10 STAMINA USED. 50 XP GAINED.]
Viserys, taking a sip of wine from a goblet he had been carrying, suddenly stumbled. The wine sloshed out, spilling all over his pristine tunic. He let out a shriek of indignation. "This is humiliating!" he yelled.
Adam just looked at him, his face a mask of feigned innocence. The real game was just beginning.
[Night – Qarth inn – 299 AC]
The night was quiet, the air cool and calm. Adam sat with Daenerys, a map of Qarth spread out between them, their discussion a low murmur of strategy and planning.
"We need to find their leaders," Adam said, his voice a low growl. "The assassins, the informants, the Pureborn. We need to cut the head off the snake."
[SYSTEM ALERT: 100 XP GAINED.]
He pulled out his Monsters Book, the leather-bound tome a familiar weight in his hands. He flipped through the pages, a frown on his face. He found what he was looking for. A page on assassins, on those who worked in the shadows. He had never had a need to study them before, but now, he did. He made a mental note of their weaknesses, their tactics.
[SYSTEM ALERT: MONSTERS BOOK ENTRY FOR ASSASSINS UNLOCKED. 50 XP GAINED.]
"We're unstoppable," Daenerys said, her voice filled with a quiet confidence.
"With dragons and Witchers, yeah," Adam replied, his gaze meeting hers. "We have to."
Tomas, who had been watching them, his face a mask of grim determination, stepped forward. "We're your shield," he said, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.
"Good," Adam said, a grim smile on his face. "Because it's coming. And besides," he said with a wry smile, "someone has to make sure Viserys doesn't get himself killed. He's out of moves."
She let out a small, quiet laugh. The night was peaceful, a momentary reprieve from the storm they had unleashed. Adam looked at the city, the lights of a thousand campfires glowing like a constellation on the ground. The chains were broken. Now the real work began.
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