After dealing with the wolf pack, the two continued onward.
Kelvin remained silent along the way like a frightened quail. Only when they were nearing their destination did he finally ask,
"Master Letho, are all Witchers this formidable?"
The big man said nothing, which only made the dwarf revere him even more.
After climbing another slope, they arrived at Adria Death Point. It was almost identical to the site discovered at the foot of Mahakam.
The same branches were piled into spire-like formations, and beneath the snow, they could still smell the faint stench of beast and bird droppings.
Letho narrowed his eyes.
Kelvin explained, "There were eight victims in total. All of them were brutally impaled into the air by branches and disemboweled."
"I don't understand why the killer did this. What does this peculiar method of death mean?"
The dwarf asked in confusion.
Letho answered with another question. "By your account, over the three months since the murders began, there were four victims in Spansom and four at Carbon Mountain, making eight in total..."
"No, it has actually been over four months since the murders began. The first victim was a dwarf from Mahakam."
"So that means one person died every half month?"
The dwarf stroked his beard. "Counting it out, the deaths did occur roughly every half month."
Letho exhaled. "I'm guessing that over these past four months, a fresh corpse appeared after every full moon?"
"Now that you mention it, that does seem to be the case!"
The dwarf grew uncertain as well.
Letho's voice turned grave. "Then I can more or less confirm my earlier suspicion. This is an ancient ritual, a sacrifice from a foreign land. The killer uses flesh and blood as a catalyst to awaken the Source Power nurtured within the mountains