They walked through the narrow road of a lonely street that Leon had never seen before, and at some point, the Witchers halted, then waved their hands, instantly teleporting them to a house that Leon anticipated to be theirs.
Gerald turned around and smirked at both of them. "Welcome to my home." He said and pushed the door open, then walked inside.
Leon and Layana glanced around the house, and their brows furrowed at seeing sculptures of a dead werewolf in the hands of a witch.
"What the fuck..." He exclaimed in a whisper, and Gerald, who seemed to have heard him, halted and turned around to look at him.
