Game in Marvel-Chapter 103

"Help me! Please!" the man screamed.

Without hesitation, Liam dashed forward, drawing his sword. The ghouls had already smelled the presence of intruders and thus rushed towards them, or in this case, Liam, who was leading. One of the ghouls jumped towards Liam, but Liam was quick enough for his blade to slice through the sides of the ghoul. And not only did the ghoul get its guts spilled out, but a hellish fire burned through its insides and outsides.

Liam was using the actual powers of his sword—the use of elemental energy that had been infused into it. Liam wasn't alone, though, as Geralt followed close behind, using Igni to engulf the others in flames. Steve's shield flew through the air, slamming into a ghoul's head and shattering it like glass. Barton and Natasha picked off the remaining creatures.

"Thank you," the man gasped. "They—they would've torn me apart." The man was very much distressed, and Geralt had to use signs to calm him down and ask about Hendrik, who by this point he was pretty sure had died.

Inside Hendrik's home, the stench of death was overwhelming. As Geralt was using his witcher senses to find clues, Tony spoke.

"There is a hidden stairway here," Tony pointed out as he was wearing glasses. He didn't have JARVIS with him, but it didn't mean he didn't have access to high tech. Finding a false floorboard was quite easy, and Geralt, by that time, found the key to it too.

One had to commend Hendrik. Even under extreme pain and torture, he didn't give up information to the Wild Hunt.

Geralt searched the room, which was under the false floorboard, along with the others for better efficiency. Eventually, Liam found a ledger.

"A record," Geralt replied, flipping through the pages. "Looks like he kept notes on his findings. Here—it mentions a young woman with ashen hair. Says she was seen in Novigrad... and at the Bloody Baron's estate."

Geralt spoke out loud.

"And I presume you are after her?" Steve asked. Geralt was silent for a second before nodding his head and then finally sighed as he thought it was time to come clean.

"I had not been forthcoming to you. The reason that the Wild Hunt attacked us that night wasn't because we are some kind of powerful individuals. It is because of my daughter, Ciri. She has abilities. An ability that the Wild Hunt desperately wants," Geralt said.

"And she has been missing?" Natasha asked. Geralt nodded his head in sadness. He really did miss her a lot.

"Ciri has the ability to traverse worlds, and the Wild Hunt needs her powers to survive the disaster," Geralt said.

"Uhh... That must be tough, buddy," Tony said.

"Didn't Liam say that the elves also have the ability to traverse worlds?" Steve asked.

"They did and, in fact, still do, but it is still limited. Unlike Ciri, who not only has the power to traverse worlds but also holds immense power too. She has the Elder blood running through her veins," Vesemir explained.

"Elder blood?" Natasha and others were confused.

"Blood of the elves," Geralt stated. This made everyone freeze, except Liam, as he had already known.

"I wonder what it is like to be with the elves," Tony muttered.

"Yeah. I haven't even seen any elves. Wait, Liam, in that context, wouldn't Ciri be your long-lost relative?"

"Oh yeah. You do have an elf wife," Tony teased. Liam rolled his eyes at that.

"I don't have an elf wife. The elf is a wraith who is tied to me," Liam said.

"So a dead elf. Got it," Barton replied.

Geralt and Vesemir were very much confused now. They hesitated to speak about Ciri because of the taboo that surrounded her. Due to her Elder blood, she had been hunted before too. Vilgefortz, the greatest sorcerer of their age, was after her Elder blood to prolong his lifespan and gain her abilities. But it seemed the duo had thought too much because they understood from their response that they were more amused by someone shagging an elf somewhere.

But what was it with the dead elf? Liam could see the confusion in their eyes and roughly explained. And their jaws were a guest to the floor for the second time this week.

"So you can't use your abilities because this is a trial and you have been stripped of your power?" Vesemir was still taking time to gulp down the explanation. It didn't make sense at all.

"Doesn't make sense, right?" Barton asked. They both nodded their heads.

"Yeah. Me too. I will never let anyone have that much power over me," Natasha said.

"I have no other options. I am getting my abilities for rather cheap, and so I can't complain. And besides, these trials that I undertake make me better," Liam said.

"They're making you a machine. Which, let's be real, you kind of are," Natasha said.

"Barton's been using my bow, and all of you have benefited from my input. So I'd say the trials have been worth it—for everyone. If I hadn't gone through this, none of you would even be here together." Liam stated, as he felt he needed to defend his system. Though his life had been cruel recently, it wasn't that bad.

And speaking of emotions, he himself didn't know why he didn't have them. He would have to figure it out himself in the long run.

"Oh, please. We're here because you were drowning yourself, and we couldn't stand by and let you do it. That, and you've got a missing limb. One day, I'm gonna find the guy who did this to you and rearrange his teeth—or worse," Tony said. He felt immensely guilty that he couldn't help Liam when he was fighting alone.

Hell, he didn't even know that Liam was facing a Devil. Liam might have swept it under the rugs, but none of them had forgotten their real mission.

Bring Mephisto to his knees. He needed to be taught a lesson. The witchers could see that the missing limb of Liam was a sore point for the team, but they didn't ask more.

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