章節 505: Calm Before the Blizzard

Lambert interrupts the two close friends talking, "That's great and all but how would you go about "Absorbing" a Gods soul... I'm pretty sure Soul's aren't something you can grab..."

Reima shrugs and draws out a Hero's soul into his hand, the white wispy soul glows dimly as everyone present who isn't familiar with souls looks closely at it. "This is what a relatively powerful one looks like... This is what I'd assume Geralt's soul would resemble. Other than that I made Ciri's sword from the Soul of Seath the Scaleless Dragon."

Triss "Hang on, didn't you say that Seath was Priscilla's father?" she asks while glancing at the Half-breed to see her reaction at the news.

Reima "No one ever said he was a good father. I'm sure the only problem she has with me killing her father is that she wasn't there to participate." he says while looking at her.

Priscilla herself nods as she hears this, she'd never met her father and didn't hold any conflicting feelings about him. In-fact she'd only ever met her mother, a person she despised with her entire being.

Yennefer "I feel as if we are straying from the subject at hand, Reima's apparent "Godhood"..."

Solaire "What else do you need to know? He's powerful, that's all."

Yennefer "Yes, but what constitutes a god and where does the power come from. For us Sorceresses we need to draw magic from the air, land and even ourselves. Albus draws it from his Magical Core, where do "Gods" draw their strength from?"

Reima shrugs, "Well, my soul is constantly producing too much for me to deal with... The only reason Kaer Morhen hasn't been incinerated and turned into something akin to a volcano is because I'm restraining it." he says casually, though his words have a dramatic effect on those in the room.

Triss "If you are so strong why don't you just defeat the Wild Hunt alone?" she asks something that everyone else in the room is thinking.

Reima "Well, aside from the huge amount of damage it'd cause it's not me they're after. What's stopping them from just keeping me busy with an army while kidnapping Ciri? I don't know where their home world is so we'd be fucked if they caught her. That's why this is a problem for all of us."

Geralt taps the table with his finger, "Hmm, regardless of Reima's strength there's an army heading our way... What will the... Chaos Servants? Be doing?"

Sieglinde "I think positioning them on the walls would be the best place for them, imagine a constant stream of boiling oil landing on those trying to breach the walls. That is basically how they'd function."

Quelaag "They're all versed in poison and toxic mist as well, I doubt these "Wraiths" have any way to resist it aside from powerful magics that wouldn't be able to cover their entire army."

Geralt "If it's just left in a location then it'd probably be blown away by the Wild Hunt's mages, they have access to the White Frost which'll make most airborne poisons useless and maybe even harmful for our own forces." he says rejected her proposal.

Lambert "Reima, can I just ask what that big fucking dragon is going to be doing? If it's on our side the battle won't last long."

Reima shrugs, "That old guy probably won't participate..."

Lambert "Then what's the point of bringing him?"

Solaire interrupts with an annoyed expression "Did you not listen earlier? Our world was ending, just because it's a Dragon doesn't mean he should be left to perish."

Lambert raises his hand, "Look, I didn't mean anything like that. It just seems like a waste to not use something that could save lives."

Reima changes the subject and looks towards Geralt "What will you guys be doing?" he asks the Witchers.

Geralt "Hmm, we were going to try and block the portals with dimeritium bombs but with the sudden influx in men and the Prospects I suspect that won't be needed..."

Kuretz "If it's only us being sent out then we can keep the gate closed for the entire conflict. That'd prevent any accidents from happening."

Geralt nods, "I feel that there must be something for us to do though..."

Ciri "Wasn't I saying the same thing to you earlier Geralt? We're in the same boat now." she says with a smug, satisfied smile.

Geralt shakes his head and grunts, knowing full well that it's not the same as she's the enemies priority.

Eskel "I think sitting back and preventing them from breaching the walls and entering the courtyard would be the best thing for us to do."

Vesemir "If anything we can help direct the Prospects towards the enemy, we are well suited to commanding men when you consider our skill set." he says.

Reima "I think everything is prepared, not much else to discuss besides the sleep schedule depending on when the Hunt Strikes."

Geralt "Witchers don't need sleep so we'll keep watch during the night if it takes that long." he volunteers.

Reima nods and turns to Solaire and Priscilla, "I don't know about you guys but I haven't tried out Gough's bow on anyone, Priscilla you been keeping up with your target practise?" he asks with her nodding at him with a smile.

Solaire "My sisters been the most busy since you left Reima, training everything from physical combat to Sorceries to Miracles. Truth be told I fear her aiming that bow you gave her at me."

Ciri "You going to bring that monster back out?" she asks while remembering how ridiculous it actually was.

Reima grins and retrieves it, making those familiar with archery scratch their heads at it. Though they were already confused with the Greatbow slung across Priscilla's back. "I guarantee if I get one hit on Eredin he'll be red mist." he says while chuckling.