I Give You My Heart. But I Shall Take Your Head.

Journey to Undvik Isle, and disembark at Marlin Coast (signpost) with the wrecks of various boats lying all around. Enter the Nilfgaardian camp, and you’re ushered into a tent where battle plans are being hatched. A full coven of sorceresses is here. Margarita Laux Antille, Triss (if she didn’t leave for Kovir), Philippa, Fringilla Vigo, and Yennefer stand around a table, with Ciri watching from the side. Avallac’h explains he will activate the Sunstone, hoping Caranthir will answer. The Wild Hunt’s ship (the Naglfar) should then appear.

The sorceresses shall prevent the shio from returning to the world of the Aen Elle, while the imperials block it physically. The sorceresses set out to their clifftop positions, while Ciri protests at being left “at a safe distance.” Answer how you wish.

• Then agree to join Avallac’h, heading to battle at once.
• Or join him later, look around camp, overhear soldier conversations, and commence any final preparations. Then join him at the Nilfgaardian ship at the pier.

The Sunstone is used and the Naglfar appears from a rift. The sorceresses begin their spell. You travel aboard the Nilfgaardian ship, until the riders of the Hunt cast a spell that freezes the water, forcing you to search for the Naglfar on foot. Back at the harbor, Avallac’h sees this trap, and urges Ciri to find the mage that cast the spell, and destroy his staff.

You are Ciri. Utilize your Charge attack and sword strikes to cut through six Wild Hunt warriors and around a dozen hounds of the Wild Hunt with relative ease. The fight looks daunting, but isn’t. Slice through the enemy troops as you head roughly north along the ice, onto the frozen shore and then out across an icy promontory towards the Naglfar itself. Expect to make short work of around 12 more warriors before you reach a large icy plateau—an arena where the dreaded Caranthir awaits.

You are Ciri. Begin to utilize your “Charge and Slash” technique against Caranthir. It works very well and, with some deft dodging, you’re able to whittle his health down. But then he begins to teleport out of your blade’s range. Darting in and out of existence, you clash and a massive explosion rocks the shoreline. You’re knocked out, but blink out of Caranthir’s gauntlet before he can grab you. Geralt now removes his icy garb and drops down into the ice arena. En garde!