Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

On the north side of the Wailing Wall, at the entrance to the Silent Rift.

The environment here is even more deathly silent than the Howling Corridor.

The thick, inky darkness almost swallowed all light, and the ground was covered with cold bones and broken rocks.

A thick, chilling malice permeated the air.

At this moment, on the broken open ground outside the entrance.

A silent standoff has lasted for an unknown period of time.

Guxin hovered in mid-air, her long silver hair swaying slightly in the darkness, her crimson eyes coldly gazing down.

He was enveloped in a thin, almost transparent aura, which perfectly concealed his figure and aura.

Even so, he did not act rashly.

The situation below is extremely strange.

Both the sorcerer Jesse and Mordo were covered in wounds.

The knight's severed limbs lay scattered on the ground.

The most bizarre of all is the vampire Karl.

His neck was snapped completely by a tremendous force, and his head was tilted at an impossible angle.

The skin and flesh of the limbs were torn open and turned inside out like rags, revealing the stark white bones underneath, as if they had suffered the most cruel form of torture.

Logically speaking, such an injury would be enough to kill any creature instantly.

however……

Bill's severed head was now laughing.

His lips parted in an exaggerated grin, revealing sharp teeth.

The crimson light in his eyes flickered, but there was no pain in them, only a chilling madness and mockery.

His chest rose and fell slightly, making a "hoarse" sound as he breathed.

Then, the severed throat surprisingly produced a hoarse, intermittent, yet unusually clear sound:

"Lord Guxin... stop hiding..."

"Come out... let's talk..."

The sound echoed at the entrance to the deathly silent chasm, carrying an inhuman, viscous quality.

"You...don't want to see this either..."

He paused, making a strange gurgling sound in his throat, as if he were enjoying some kind of twisted pleasure.

"...Was their soul utterly crushed by 'The End'?"

"He transformed them into demonic spirits that cannot find their way to the afterlife."

The edge of the entrance to the Silent Rift.

Beside Jesse.

Three figures were tightly bound by rough, shadowy chains, suspended above a bottomless chasm.

It was the Witcher Cass, and his two children—Alan and Rosa.

They were all unconscious, their faces were pale, and their bodies were covered in wounds.

Cass's arm was twisted unnaturally, clearly broken.

The other end of the chain was wrapped around several jagged bone spikes protruding from the rock face.

They appear fragile, yet they are enough to hang them above a deadly abyss, swaying slightly in the wind.

Vampire Bill used his only remaining, still somewhat intact hand to support his tilted head.

Then, slowly, accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound of bones grinding together.

He snapped his head back to its normal position.

The smile on his face became even more playful, and his scarlet pupils scanned his surroundings.

He knew that Guxin was still hiding somewhere, watching him.

"Lord Guxin..."

"You really are... soft-hearted."

His voice was still hoarse, but much smoother.

"This witcher has been hunting you down for so many years."

"But you still...can't bear to see him die, can you?"

Bill licked his broken lip, revealing sharp canines.

"After all... all his skills were taught to him by you personally."

"He is your most prized student, and also a pawn that you personally 'shaped' to use against us."

"You've spent years painstakingly guiding and refining him."

"The skills of a witcher, the art of tracking, the hatred for demons..."

"Little by little, I planted it in that boy's heart with my own hands."

"You watched him grow up, watched him burn with 'justice'."

"Watch him become a sharp, persistent, and 'loyal' dagger to you."

"This knife has indeed saved you a lot of trouble and attracted a lot of our attention."

He paused, savoring the sudden, intensified chill in the air, his tone growing increasingly sarcastic:

"and then?"

"Because of an unplanned exposure."

"The 'hero' you created has instantly become an 'insider' who must be eliminated."

"And so, you yourself... destroyed everything he had."

"He killed his companions, killed his family, and destroyed everything connected to him."

"He went from a witcher full of conviction to a vengeful ghost who had nothing left but deep-seated hatred."

"Truly... a masterpiece."

Karl shook his head, his scarlet eyes filled with genuine confusion.

"I do not understand."

"Why did you let him go when he was the one who should have been eliminated the most?"

"You clearly had the opportunity to completely eliminate this potential problem."

"But you only wounded him and let him go."

The incomprehension in his tone was quickly replaced by a pure, cold desire to exploit.

"However, I don't care."

"I don't care about your complicated and conflicted devilish heart."

All I know is that I've found your weakness.

That's enough.

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the darkness, precisely locking onto a certain direction.

"So, Lord Guxin, stop hiding it."

"Let's talk."

"Actually, there isn't much of a conflict of interest between us."

"You could even say... that we share the same goal."

"Everyone wants to go inside and find Him."

"Use Him to deal with our common enemy."

In the darkness, the almost transparent ripples slowly dissipated.

Guxin's figure appeared.

His long, silvery-white hair seemed a little dull.

His crimson eyes remained cold, but the fine lines at the corners of his eyes revealed a hint of barely perceptible pain.

When he landed, his feet paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Roger and Hannah emerged from the shadows behind him, one on each side.

Rogge's face was tense, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Hannah squinted, her gaze piercing Karl like needles.

"You know..."

Gu Xin spoke, his voice calm, yet carrying a heavy pressure.

"What will be the consequences of what you've done?"

Karl watched as Gushin appeared, his gaze lingering for a moment on his slightly pale face.

Then, he grinned and burst into laughter.

The laughter echoed through the deathly silent ravine, sounding particularly jarring.

"Haha...hahaha!"

"as a result of?"

He laughed so hard he could barely breathe, his damaged chest heaving violently.

"Lord Guxin, are you joking?"

"We are certainly aware of the consequences."

He stopped laughing, his scarlet pupils shrinking into dangerous slits.

"But...we're all in the same boat, aren't we?"

"Don't you also want to use Him?"

"Otherwise, why did you leave the corridor a month ago and risk coming here... just for a walk?"