In Novigrad on a rainy night, a bloody winter blade pierced lies.
Sophia, a slum rat and an exiled elven bloodline, is forced to hold on to this cursed object that is neither a knife nor a key. The runes burned in the palm, reflecting the sorceress in the amethyst cage, the prisoner's mother on the ice bridge, and the pale knight peeping in the dark. The warlock's conspiracy spreads on the parchment, the druid's whisper seeps into the waves, and her blood is quietly awakening the restless black shadow under the ice...
Destiny is a gamble, the dice have been thrown.
Is she the key to unlocking the seal, or the sacrificial lamb of the wild hunt?
