Under the torrential rain, everything swayed in the wind and storm.
Triss sat at the table, watching the endlessly arguing crowd before her, her brows slightly furrowed. Her expression carried traces of exhaustion, unease, and worry.
Triss Merigold was a sorceress from Maribor, and she had lived in Nogrum for quite some time. Unfortunately, with the Witch Hunt underway and the rise of the Church of the Eternal Fire, sorcerers and Spellcasters had no choice but to flee or hide. Triss was naturally no exception. As a highly skilled sorceress, she had been placed at the very top of the Witch Hunters' bounty list. Hunted by the Eternal Fire and the Witch Hunters, Triss had gone into hiding as well.
She had originally planned to gather the remaining Spellcasters and leave for Covir together. But everything that had happened not long ago had completely thrown her plans into disarray.
With the appearance of the Flame Giant, the entire Church of the Eternal Fire underwent a massive purge. The Witch Hunters who had once tortured wizards and sorcerers were all arrested, then executed... Not only that, even the Church of the Eternal Fire's highest-ranking officials and the King who had orchestrated the hunt for Spellcasters were eliminated.
This series of absurd events came crashing down on Triss at a speed she simply could not comprehend, so much so that it had shaken her entire worldview.
Did gods truly exist in this world? Would gods actually take action? Was that hundred-meter-tall Flame Giant that appeared upon the altar truly an incarnation of a god?
But what Triss found even harder to believe was that Ciri... had actually become the divine envoy of the Church of the Eternal Fire?
That little girl?
Triss knew Ciri. In fact, she had once had a complicated