Then he was resurrected and turned into a puppet.
Advance!
Advance! Keep advancing!
Soon, they arrived at the lord's castle.
Then...
Rumble!
A tremendous hum rang out. The castle moved!
"Wc, what the hell is that? A Gundam?"
Geralt stared at the towering castle as it slowly rose to its feet. He took a step back and shielded the others, the sense of déjà vu growing stronger and stronger. There was something strangely familiar about what he was seeing.
"What is it? What is it...?"
He clutched his head and frantically clawed at it. His sharp nails pierced his scalp and scraped wildly against his skull, making a grating sound. Scarlet blood streamed from his head.
Boom!
A scorching beam blasted out, vaporizing a group of undead soldiers. But Geralt seemed not to notice. He kept his head lowered.
"What is it? What is it? Brain, I order you to remember!"
Geralt's face grew more and more twisted, more and more crazed. What had he forgotten? What had he overlooked? He had a feeling it was extremely important—perhaps the truth of this world was hidden in it.
Remember. He had to remember!
Crack!
His skull split beneath his nails. The sharp tips pierced into his brain and churned frantically. Blood and brain matter poured out.
At last, his entire hand sank into his brain.
His consciousness began to blur. His head felt empty, until a terrifying wave of heat swept past him and melted half his body away. Like a key, that attack unlocked the memories in his mind—the ones he had somehow ignored.
It was as if lightning flashed through his mind.
Transported to the Middle Ages, meeting an immortal in a dream, rescuing witches, developing technology, overthrowing the false emperor...
"Fuck! This is Warhammer!!! Goddamn it!!!"
His one