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The battle cannot be lost. They must hold Sodden Hill for as long as possible.
Yennefer smells the heat melting flesh. Blood on the ground. Her blood.
"I'm here," she murmurs, tasting the slick warmth filling her mouth, cradling Tissaia's face as Yennefer kneels. This woman — mage, diviner, wretch — has given her everything. Taken from her. Moulded her into something powerful.
Unstoppable.
Tissaia mouths out Yennefer's name silently. She gazes up, enthralled by the other woman swooping in to kiss her. A lonely, lovely thing to feel. Yennefer's teeth collide harshly against hers— and then, she vanishes.
Giving all, taking.
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