"Boom boom boom!!!"
Amid deafening crashes, everyone saw several enormous shell-like objects plummet from the sky and land within Kaer Morhen Castle. The shells immediately opened, and figures leaped out one after another.
"We're here, Miss Ciri!"
"These guys are the enemy, right?"
"Everyone, attack!!"
Geralt and the others could not help but stare wide-eyed at the sudden reinforcements. The reason was simple: they were all little girls!
The oldest among them looked even younger than Ciri, while the youngest appeared to be only twelve or thirteen. Their attire was strange as well. Very few of them wore armor; aside from a handful, most were dressed in ordinary Western dresses. They looked less like they were heading into battle and more like they were attending a ball.
Could they really fight dressed like that?
That doubt was quickly dispelled by the girls' performance.
A pink-haired girl with braided hair and glasses raised the staff in her hand high. In the next instant, a halo enveloped everyone present. As the halo descended, the bone-chilling cold wind brought by the Wild Hunt's howls immediately dispersed, greatly easing the pressure on Geralt and the others fighting desperately.
But that was only the beginning.
"Hah—!!"
A blue-haired girl roared as she raised her greatsword. With her movement, an invisible force of attraction pulled several Wild Hunt warriors nearby together. Then, gripping the greatsword with both hands, she swung it forward and sent those hulking warriors flying.
Elsewhere, a silver-haired girl in black clothes and a beret sat atop a peculiar silver construct. She spread her hands, and a massive black cross descended from the sky and stabbed into the ground. With a flash of black light, the surrounding Wild Hunt warriors collapsed like puppets with their strings cut, no longer moving.
"Hehehe, don't even