The Witcher fan art and story.
In the dark heart of Brokilon Forest, Ciri, the ashen-haired witcheress, stalked her prey. Rumors had spread of a werewolf terrorizing the nearby villages, and Ciri had taken it upon herself to end its reign of terror. The moon hung heavy and full, casting an eerie glow on the ancient trees.
As she ventured deeper, the forest seemed to close in around her. Ciri’s heightened senses detected movement. A low growl resonated through the underbrush. She drew her silver sword, its blade gleaming in the moonlight.
The werewolf emerged, its eyes burning with a feral intelligence. It lunged, claws slashing through the air. Ciri danced back, her movements fluid and precise. With a swift pirouette, she slashed at the beast, drawing a line of blood across its flank. The werewolf howled in pain and rage, its form shifting between man and monster.
Using her training and innate magical abilities, Ciri created a momentary burst of blinding light, disorienting the creature. With a final, decisive strike, she drove her sword into its heart. The werewolf collapsed, its body reverting to that of a man, his face a mask of sorrow and relief.
Ciri knelt beside him, whispering a quiet farewell before vanishing into the shadows, a silent protector of the realm.
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