The Witcher: The Tower of the Swallow
Something is ending. The Tedd Deireadh, the Hour of the End, approaches… You can feel it in the air and the water, in the rustle of grass and the howl of winds, in the blood of sunsets and the dazzling flashes of the Northern Lights on the jagged spires of the majestic black tower. A difficult path leads the ash-haired girl on her black mare—through the blood-soaked innyard of friends, across the blood-stained sand of the arena, over the icy waters of Lake Tarn Mira, drenched in the enemies’ blood. It is not about enduring suffering. It is about how you endure it, and for what purpose. Only those who grasp this truth can enter Tor Zireael: the Tower of the Swallow.