One by one, small projection screens appeared.
In the first emerging screen, Merlin saw a cold island, a distant overseas land surrounded by crater lakes and flowing hot springs. A massive red dragon roared past, spewing searing dragon breath, and the figure of the Crow Queen - Triss appeared, shielding Duncan, creating an invisible barrier with magic to interfere with reality.
On the battlefield, everywhere lay the bodies of veteran warriors, along with some witches who died under the dragon's claws, Anya's figure was prominently among them.
She looked like a withering, tragic rose, her body floating in the misty hot spring, the rippling water mingling with spreading blood, causing her skirt to bloom into a beautiful 'Blood Flower.'
Duncan stood bloodied, holding the Sword of Oath and Victory in one hand, the Spear of Greed in the other, staring at Anya's body, letting out a roar as if maddened.
——Cup of Blood!
