how do you like it now, bitch?
When Geralt finally emerged from the cloud of smoke, his eyes were red with tears, reflecting the depth of his anguish.
Alecra's agonized call for help cut through the chaos and made him feel like he had to act quickly.
His mana senses were all disrupted by the nature of the smoke, and he couldn't locate Aizel.
In an effort to help Alecra, Geralt channeled the power of lightning into his veins.
Putting all of his strength into his legs, he pushed himself up into the air and flew with unwavering determination toward Alecra.
But to Geralt's astonishment, suspended in mid-air was a sword, its gleaming blade intricately adorned with chains that stretched all the way to the arrow impaling Alecra's shoulder.
Geralt was about to grab the sword and help when he saw a small, cylindrical container attached to the hilt, which made his eyes widen in shock.