Tacit Understanding

Although Prajna had never been promoted to elite status, her strength had not stood still.

Since the Black-Clad Legion of Nilfgaard first appeared.

Then came the successive appearances of the Wild Hunt. Discussion of The Witcher novels had been driven to a fever pitch, soaring once more throughout the Holy Land and even spreading far across Europe, becoming the hottest tale in taverns and alleyways.

Listening to bards' tales, playing with hand-drawn pirated Gwent cards, and taking a few swigs of cheap beer had become the favorite pastime of common townsfolk and farmers.

The White Frost and the Wild Hunt had long become nightmares in many people's minds. In some remote regions, people did not even consider them legends, but real natural disasters.

All of this deepened the power of the Wild Hunt, which existed within the world of the books, allowing Prajna to leverage greater strength at minimal cost and sustain this Wild Hunt force of several hundred riders in battle.

As the Wild Hunt appeared, black-armored knights clad in grim iron armor, their mail covered in frost and radiating biting cold, launched a countercharge.

Chilling mist swept forward alongside them. The Hounds of the Wild Hunt barked loudly as they cleared a path for their masters, opening their jaws to bite the giant beasts' legs, chests, and bellies. Some even tore open the beasts' stomachs and forced their way inside, their heads drenched in hot blood that melted their bodies of magical ice crystal.

These magical constructs had been created to be expendable. Even if more of them were trampled into ice crystals, it would instead lessen Prajna's burden.

"The Holy Fire burns eternal, supreme and mighty!"

A rider atop a giant beast shouted a prayer to bolster his courage, then raised his javelin and pinned a Hound