The Witcher: Wolf School's Hunting Notes

A flash.

Allen arrived at the "window"... No… it could no longer be called a window…

Getting closer, he looked up at the massive "window," reflecting the blue sky, the blazing sun, and the ruins. It was as enormous as a castle, making him feel smaller than an ant.

'Unbelievable! Truly unbelievable!'

Allen was dumbfounded.

His gaze constantly roamed over the "window," which resembled a mural.

At that moment—

Nearly a hundred skeletal riders pulled on their ancient reins, emerging from the spiral one after another, leaping over the half-human-high window frame.

That window—or rather, a gateway—truly functioned as a real door, allowing them to pass through.

Then—

The skeletal knights galloped through the sky beyond the gateway.

To be honest—

Even though Allen had imagined how the Wild Hunt used the spiral to traverse worlds—and the original text had described Ciri using her Elder Blood abilities to travel between realms—

Seeing it happen in reality still left him deeply shaken.

It was as if a three-dimensional being had suddenly stepped into an oil painting.

Allen stood there in a daze for a long time, completely forgetting to avoid eye contact. He stared blankly at the gateway.

His gaze swept across the many members of the Wild Hunt, eventually landing, inevitably, on Renakins.

Sensing the stare, Renakins abruptly turned his head. The ghastly crimson ghost flames within his pale skeletal sockets locked onto Allen's gaze.

"Who?!"

"Who is watching us?!"

A surge of violent, bone-chilling killing intent seemed to transmit through the void.

For a fleeting moment, Allen felt as if he were standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—or as if a sharp blade had suddenly pressed against his throat. However, once the moment passed, he remained unfazed and continued to stare directly.

A powerful elf who couldn't kill him and had no way of harming him—what was there to fear from his murderous intent, no matter how terrifying or overwhelming?

If he had the guts, let him jump out of the "door" and try to kill him!

"Buzz~"

The "door" trembled more and more violently.

Allen suspected that this might be a sign it was about to close, so he withdrew his gaze and hurriedly looked down toward the ruins below.

Something about that desolate wasteland felt familiar.

'Where have I seen this before?'

Allen asked himself.

A forest, charred ruins, small black dots moving within the ruins…

'Wait…'

Allen's eyes suddenly caught sight of a few towering spires at the center of the massive ruins—

'Spires?'

'Spires!'

'That ruin is Ban Ard!!!'

He suddenly remembered—he recognized it because he had once looked down upon it from the sky aboard "Good Girl."

Back then, Ban Ard was still engulfed in flames. Thick black smoke had billowed into the sky, and the crimson fire had dyed the clouds blood-red.

'What is the Wild Hunt doing in Ban Ard…'

As soon as the question formed in his mind, the answer immediately followed. His eyes instinctively shifted toward the lush forest beside the ruins…

And just as his gaze moved in that direction, Renakins spoke a few words in Elder Speech, seemingly responding to someone. Then, after casting Allen a glance, he led his Wild Hunt riders galloping toward the ruins.

'They're after the fragments of the Ard Gaeth Gate and its guiding stone!'

"Boom!"

In an instant, the gateway trembled violently, echoing with a deafening roar.

'I can't stay here any longer!'

The massive disturbance triggered Allen's instincts, prompting him to blink away.

After teleporting, he looked back—where the interdimensional gateway had been was now nothing but empty darkness.

The spiral returned to silence.

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The empty wall did nothing to dispel the chaotic thoughts rising in his mind.

The spiral was silent, like a stagnant pool of water.

Allen gazed quietly at the dark, hard, and flawlessly smooth black wall, his mind filling with countless thoughts.

He was considering, estimating, and speculating...

What would the Wild Hunt do when they failed to find the fragments of the Ard Gaeth Gate buried in the soil, or the guiding stone that had vanished along with Serra's remains?

Would they simply leave, or would they head straight for Ban Ard's sorcerer academy to search for the missing fragments and the guiding stone?

'That's hard to say!' he thought.

The Wild Hunt's Hundred-Man Squad was powerful enough to launch an assault on Ban Ard. Given Renakins' strength, the sorcerers would almost certainly be at a disadvantage.

But on the other hand, just two weeks ago, a force of the Wild Hunt far larger than a hundred men had been completely wiped out at Ban Ard.

The lingering dread of Hen Gedymdeith's power must still be present. Taking that into account, it seemed likely that Renakins and his group were merely here to retrieve something rather than to provoke unnecessary conflict.

As he thought about this, Allen suddenly realized he was actually worried about Ban Ard...

'I can't help it...' he chuckled bitterly. 'If the sorcerers get scared off, crushed, or traumatized now, who's going to take the blame, stay on guard, and be cannon fodder for me... and for the Northern Continent?'

'But then again, there's no need to overthink it...'

Allen reconsidered.

The disturbance Hen Gedymdeith caused was no small matter, and besides, the Wild Hunt King, Eredin, had already issued a formal challenge, setting a fixed date for the attack.

Would a few subordinates dare to make their commander break his word?

It wasn't impossible—after all, he didn't know if there were factional divides within this hundred-man team of the Wild Hunt.

For example, those loyal to Eredin probably wouldn't violate the agreed challenge, but those aligned with Avallac'h might prioritize the fragments of the Ard Gaeth Gate over that promise...

Even so, the likelihood of that high-ranking navigator deliberately disobeying Eredin seemed low.

'There's no point worrying about this any further.'

'Ban Ard is thousands of miles away. Thinking about it won't help—I can't just ride a great griffon over there to warn them.'

'Right now, Ban Ard is weak, harmless to the Wolf School, and extremely useful—but it's not important enough for me to intervene personally.'

'If I leave traces, whether the Wild Hunt or Ban Ard discovers them, it will cause massive trouble...'

'It's not worth it. Not at all.' Allen shook his head.

'But I should keep a close watch on Sunny's request for aid and the progress of the negotiations these next few days.'

'As for Ban Ard...'

'I can only pray for them.' Allen felt the corner of his ethereal mouth curl slightly.

Having analyzed the potential consequences of the Wild Hunt arriving at Ban Ard, Allen refocused his attention on the spiral.

After the Wild Hunt left, this dark space returned to lifeless silence.

The last time he was summoned to this void, he hadn't realized that it was the legendary "Conjunction of the Spheres"—"the Shortcut of the Universe"—and had only given it a brief look.

Now that he knew he had set foot in a mythical location, even the lifeless staircases seemed vast and imposing.

First, he teleported to the location where the gateway to Ban Ard had closed, but after inspecting it, he found no unique features distinguishing it from the other black walls.

So Allen blinked his way up the staircases, hoping to find another "door."

If he could uncover the pattern of these "doors" and their destinations…

In the future, once his "Spiral" ability leveled up, even if the portals couldn't transport large numbers of people, he could still use the spiral's gateways to move witchers—or even allied armies—on a massive scale.

Whether it was to counter a catastrophe like an dark god's descent, fend off a Wild Hunt invasion, or even prepare for the future arrival of the White Frost, this would be invaluable.

Even without looking so far ahead—

Somewhere in this spiral, there had to be a gateway leading to Tir ná Lia.

The Rebirth effect from his warlord armor had too many drawbacks—it was a one-way trip with no return.

Who would willingly enter the enemy's lair under such conditions just to gather intelligence?

But if he could find the exact location of that gate and learn how to open it, it would be the equivalent of holding Aen Elle's lifeline in his hands.

However...

One hour, two hours, three hours...

He had spent far more time searching than the Wild Hunt had, yet he hadn't even found a way out of the spiral, let alone the legendary gateway to Tir ná Lia.

Allen stopped his endless blinking.

His gaze traced the black walls.

If he hadn't just seen it with his own eyes, who would believe that this smooth, seamless black wall—seemingly carved from a massive mountain—actually concealed a door leading to Ban Ard, thousands of miles away?

'The Navigator…'

'Could it be that the Navigator used some kind of spell or ability to open the door?'

Allen speculated in his mind, but the next second, he dismissed his own guess.

'No, that's not right. If the Navigator could freely control the Spiral, those Wild Hunt riders wouldn't have had to run around in this lifeless place for three to four hours…'

'So…'

'What's the answer?'

Allen recalled the Navigator's actions just now, but from beginning to end, there were no special movements or incantations.

Only the spiritual fluctuation of the words: "We've arrived."

'What exactly did he do?'

Trying to figure it out purely through speculation was impossible. Allen could only file it away for later—when he mastered [Beast Roar: Forbidden Sky], he would see if he could capture a Navigator to get some answers.

'So now, there's only one last mystery left.'

Allen shifted his gaze to the center of the Spiral—the bottomless void.

Above and below were endless corridors, all leading into the deepest, heaviest darkness.

The last time—his first time—he was summoned into the Spiral, he thought he had seen something at the bottom of the void. But the thundering hooves of the Wild Hunt had interrupted him, preventing a clear look.

Just now, he also noticed that when those skeletal knights galloped through the Spiral, they all hugged the walls.

As if getting too close to that void would cause some kind of monster to suck them in.

And…

He still couldn't forget the final scene from the Wild Hunt's warlord armor opening animation.

Unlike the dead silence here, in the animation's version of the Spiral, countless "windows" hung on one side of the black walls, like paintings suspended in the dark.

Snow from the White Frost drifted through these windows, carrying a pale glow.

But the moment he saw it, in the blink of an eye, his thoughts felt frozen. His consciousness, which had been moving quickly, slowed and iced over—while at the same time, his physical pain became even more pronounced.

More importantly, the effect followed him back into reality.

When he woke up, his breath had frozen the marble floor of the sanctum.

'No…'

'It wasn't those windows leading to different worlds that froze my mind—it was one specific window, radiating intense white light… blinking at me.'

'What was that?'

Curiosity clawed at his heart like a restless cat. Allen hesitated for a moment.

A few blinks later, he arrived at the edge of the corridor's staircase.

The abyss of endless halls lay beside him.

This was, of course, dangerous—but within acceptable limits.

After all, last time, he had peeked down briefly, and nothing had happened.

But proper preparation was still necessary.

Allen took a "deep breath," calming himself, then willed his Witcher's Journal open. The special ability "Spiral" was glowing with a dark purple light.

He could exit the Spiral at any moment with a thought, just as he could activate [Monster Hunt] in battle.

But since this was his first time attempting to leave the Spiral voluntarily, he kept the translucent interface in front of him—to ensure he could react instantly in case of emergency.

'Everything's ready…'

Allen "tilted" his head, cautiously glancing up first.

Countless rotating corridors formed concentric circles, resembling a double-helix DNA strand stretching infinitely in both directions. Solemn, mysterious, and dizzying.

But at the center—nothing. Black as ink.

'Good.'

He reassured himself.

'Now for the main event.'

Allen controlled his nerves, carefully adjusting his perspective downward.

The same concentric circles.

The same double-helix.

The same solemn, mysterious, dizzying vastness.

But one difference…

At the core of the circles, a white light shone—its mist swirling in the darkness, hazy and obscure.

Pure. Yet utterly lifeless.

Perhaps…

The very existence of this white light was to strip away all life.

A chilling, exalted detachment gripped Allen's heart the moment he laid eyes on that misty white glow, as if he had been instantly transported to the peak of the Blue Mountains, where snow never melted.

The moment he instinctively withdrew his gaze, the sensation vanished. No lingering effects.

'There's no doubt about it,' Allen thought grimly. 'This feeling—the way my vision alone could cause frostbite—it's exactly the same as what I experienced in the goddess's divine realm.'

'The White Frost… is truly hidden at the bottom of the Spiral.'

'But that still doesn't answer another question…'

'What is the White Frost?'

'A calamity? A deity? Or one of those legendary beasts that devour worlds—'

Just as he pondered this, the white mist at the center of the concentric rings flickered—interrupting his thoughts.

He froze for a moment, instinctively glancing downward.

White mist.

White light.

Concentric rings.

The same breathtaking, dizzying structure…

No change.

As if the brief flicker in his peripheral vision had been nothing but an illusion. But a Witcher—a Witcher Master, no less—would never misinterpret their senses, even in a weakened state.

Witchers danced on the edge of life and death, between the claws and fangs of monsters.

Allen heightened his vigilance, his will hovering just above the translucent interface, ready to trigger "Spiral" at a moment's notice…

And in that instant—

The white mist at the center of the concentric rings…

Blinking at him.

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