Chapter 4 : The Beast in the Forest

As the Witchers and Sigrun approached the mage's stronghold, they were ambushed by a pack of vicious beasts. The creatures were unlike any they had seen before, with razor-sharp claws and glowing red eyes that glinted in the darkness.

Bjorn and Eryk took the lead, their swords flashing in the moonlight as they engaged the beasts. Sigrun fought alongside them, her movements swift and graceful as she dodged and weaved around the creatures' attacks.

Geralt hung back, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. He could hear the snarls and growls of the beasts as they closed in on his companions, and he knew that they were in for a fierce battle.

Suddenly, one of the beasts lunged at Sigrun, its jaws snapping shut on her arm. She cried out in pain, but managed to wrench her arm free and land a swift blow with her sword.

Geralt sprang into action, his silver sword glinting in the moonlight as he took on the pack of beasts. He moved with an effortless grace, his movements fluid and precise as he sliced through the creatures' thick hides.

Bjorn and Eryk fought alongside him, their own blades whistling through the air as they battled the beasts. Despite their skill and experience, however, the creatures seemed almost invincible, their tough hides and sharp claws making them almost impervious to the Witchers' attacks.

Geralt felt a sense of desperation creeping in as he fought, his mind racing as he tried to think of a way to defeat the beasts. Suddenly, he remembered something he had read in an ancient tome - a spell that could weaken the creatures and make them vulnerable to attack.

With a muttered incantation, Geralt cast the spell, his hands glowing with a blue-white light. Instantly, the creatures faltered, their movements slowing as the spell took effect.

Sigrun seized the opportunity, her sword flashing as she landed a series of swift blows on the nearest creature. The beast let out a howl of pain and fury, its eyes blazing as it lunged at her.

But Sigrun was too quick, too skilled for the creature to land a blow. With a final thrust of her sword, she plunged the blade deep into the creature's heart, killing it instantly.

The other beasts backed off, sensing their defeat. Geralt and the others stood there, panting and sweating, their bodies covered in blood and sweat.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Sigrun turned to Geralt, her eyes shining with admiration and gratitude. "You saved us," she said, her voice low and husky. "I never knew Witchers had such power."

Geralt shrugged, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "We have our secrets," he said. "But we're not invincible. We need all the help we can get."

Sigrun nodded, her eyes flickering to the mage's stronghold in the distance. "We need to find a way in," she said. "Before the mage can unleash his army on the world."

Geralt and the others nodded in agreement, their minds already turning to the next battle. They knew that the mage would be a formidable foe, with powers and magic beyond anything they had faced before.

But they also knew that they had each other. And with their skills and determination, they were ready to take on anything that the mage could throw at them.