At the end of it all, even Lann found it somewhat strenuous to bring along an ordinary person like Stuart.
He stood at the exit of the ravine, pulling from the alchemy pouch at his lower back a North Wind bomb infused with magic power by the Great Mage.
Just one thrown down extinguished the fiery barricade that had taken hundreds of the Niflgaard soldiers to no avail.
The flames seemed to be subdued by the cold in an instant.
The hot air became cool and refreshing.
Duke Adal, who was pushed by Lann into the pile of corpses, entangled with the dead bodies, looked furiously at the scene.
Why... why could the mountain fire that wiped out his entire regiment's strength not obstruct a mere demon hunter?! How could it be possible?!
His bloodshot eyes seemed cannibalistic, his still movable hands and one leg clawing, moving frantically in the disordered heap of corpses.
His eyes saw only that small cool spot, an exit within the raging flames.
