Has the Wild Hunt Locked onto the Child of Miracle?

The witcher gently set the burden on his back, black cloth and all, atop a raised, level platform in the hidden passage.

The formidable pressure unique to Source Henn Gedimidis instantly enveloped the entire space.

The black cloth covering Henn Gedimidis was not uncommon.

It was an alchemical byproduct known as Magic-Concealing Black Cloth, made when fabric was dyed with pigments containing Aetherium powder.

It concealed magical fluctuations without, unlike actual Aetherium, suppressing or even damaging already-formed magical power. It was generally used to preserve Magic Accessories.

Of course, it had other uses as well.

When he had first arrived in this world, Vesemir had draped this kind of cloth over the cage holding drowners, preventing the School Emblems of the witchers in the castle from buzzing constantly.

But for magical fluctuations as intense as Henn Gedimidis's, this piece of black cloth was clearly of far higher quality than those used by the School of the Wolf.

Vilgefortz's preparations had truly been thorough.

Without the Magic-Concealing Black Cloth to hide the magical fluctuations released by Henn Gedimidis, an attack that instantly killed three or four magical attendants could never have happened.

Ailin lifted the black cloth.

"Buzz—"

The Wolf Emblem on his leather armor throbbed violently. Azure Glow flickered continuously beneath the black cloth, illuminating the dust floating in the air.

"Step. Step."

Vilgefortz approached and gathered the black cloth on the other side of the platform.

Henn Gedimidis, the Northern Continent's most senior, most powerful, and most influential Sorcerer, was fully revealed before them.

Henn Gedimidis had his eyes closed. Dressed in a black Sorcerer's star-patterned robe, he looked as though he had been frozen beneath a thin layer of ice.

Yet the outer layer of ice was extremely soft, more like some sort of gelatinous substance that did