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Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... the Djinn's prison on the floor. Geralt watches her, his instincts urging him to intervene, but he knows the fire that burns within her cannot be easily extinguished.

"No, Yen," he pleads, his voice tinged with a mix of caution and desire. "Think about what you're doing. We don't need anything else. We have everything we could ever want."

Yennefer turns to face him, her eyes alight with a fierce determination. "I want more, Geralt," she declares, her voice filled with a longing for something greater. "I want it all."

A mix of emotions flickers across Geralt's face as he tries to reason with her, to dissuade her from the dangerous path she's about to tread. But before he can utter another word, Yennefer weaves an enchantment, casting a spell that lulls him into a deep slumber.

As his eyes flutter closed, a final kiss brushes his lips, a bittersweet farewell to the waking world. Yennefer stands over him, her gaze filled with a potent mix of determination and desire. She knows the risks, and the consequences that may follow, but her heart yearns for more, for a connection that transcends the boundaries of the mundane.

At that moment, as Geralt falls under her trance, Yennefer takes a step forward into the unknown, ready to capture the power of the Djinn in her own body, but she needs Jaskier to use his final wish to draw the Djinn into her trap.

ACT 12: The Djinn

Geralt's eyes snapped open, and his body jolted with the realization that he was no longer in ...

... Yennefer's presence. Confusion clouded his mind as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. The dampness of the prison cell clung to him, reminding him of his current predicament.

Memories of a dream flooded his consciousness, fragments of violence and chaos. He recalled images of attacking villagers, the taste of blood on his lips, and the overwhelming rage that consumed him. It all felt so real, yet he couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that something was amiss.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the heavy footsteps of a guard echoed outside his cell. The door creaked open, revealing an evil-looking man, his eyes filled with malice. Geralt's muscles tensed, bracing himself for what was to come.

Without warning, the guard raised a rod and struck Geralt with a cruel force, the pain searing through his body. It was in that moment, amidst the anguish and torment, that Geralt's true power emerged.

Anger surged within him, fueled by the injustices he had suffered.

The guard laughed, “I bet you wished you never stepped into this town you stupid Witcher! I can’t wait for another of your demonic kind to meet their end!”

In a moment of anger and fury, persecuted by humans in the past, he said, “No, I only wish for your head would explode!” To his astonishment, a swirling power radiated within the jail cell and the djinn answered his command.

In a flash of blinding energy, the guard's head burst, a shower of blood and gore painting the walls. ...