MLSD- Part 3

This is the third Part of "ML:SD".
It was released on 18.07.2023.
== Plot ==
In a very short time, the pleasant ride of Will and company was turned into a living nightmare. Ship robbers appeared out of nowhere and burned down the hopes to turn Sunrise Sanctuary into a safe haven from evil, killing many innocent people in the process. At the same time, a massive black hole managed to swallow what remained of the glorious ship, leaving the few survivors who were lucky enough to escape its premises to survive on the unexplored territory, all alone in a foreign world.
Fortunately, Will and Geralt manage to escape from the doomed ship, but not before they lose their dear ally- Stella. Stranded on a mysterious island with no means of escape, they have to trust each other even more to escape the obvious trap that was set for them.
Will our heroes be able to escape from the grip of the Dark God?
== Story ==
Even though Will and Geralt managed to make it to Sunrise Sanctuary, they cannot help but feel that they are not welcome here. Sure, the island might look pleasant and peaceful, but the dark energy emanating from its depths cannot be denied.
Somewhere deep inside, something very determined and very powerful hides from the light, commanding the forces of darkness to make all life miserable. If this is truly the case, then it is no wonder why people chose to avoid this island in the first place.
But this is not the time to think about one's imminent doom. The island is our heroes' only source of hope right now. Even though they are alone in this tainted land, they must still do their best to bring purity and rid it of its unholy curse, starting with an attempt to gather supplies.
Thus, their feet bring them back to the crash site- the same place where most of the ship's remaining parts landed. Believing that there would be supplies left in there, they start moving them away, but soon realize that the ship parts are far too heavy.
"Hmph. Typical human construction."- Geralt says- "It seems like the ship was made of reinforced titanium. Not only is it more durable than regular titanium, it is also heavier and harder to lift by normal human beings."
He shakes his head.
"I wonder how they even brought their plan to life."- He adds- "Such a massive vessel can only be made with sheer willpower and an unyielding attitude. Kudos to them for doing the impossible, at the very least. But it does not help us out."
Will looks at him.
"Is there a way to move those things?"
Geralt smiles.
"Fortunately for us, I have managed to master a powerful spell recently."- He says- "Move away, Will. Let me show you how uncle Geralt does it."
As Will heeds his uncle's command, Geralt closes his eyes and mutters a few incomprehensible syllables. Soon his hands start to glow in an errie brown light, emanating from the rainbow energy inside of his soul.
"That's... amazing, uncle!"
Geralt nods.
"It takes years of hard work and devotion to reach the higher nexus of knowledge. Power like this one can only be bestowed to those who are responsible enough to put it to good use."- He says- "Someday, you will also receive a fraction of this inner strength. But first, you must show your dedication to the entire world."
Will raises his eyebrow.
"How can I be of use to my homeland?"
Geralt smiles.
"First, you need to make sure that we will survive the night."- He says- "Go into the jungle and grab as many things that you find on the way. Food, water, sticks to start a campfire. Anything that could bring a man back to life in this dark land."
Will grins.
"Now we're talking!"- He exclaims- "Don't worry, uncle! I will do my duty with all of my might!"
Geralt nods.
"I know that you will."
As Will goes into the forest by himself, Geralt uses his magic to move away the giant ship parts. One by one, he throws them all into the water, revealing that the only thing that might have survived that black hole incident might not just be people.
"An entire backpack managed to make it?"- He says to himself- "Interesting. I need to take a look."
Rummaging his way into the backpack, he soon realizes that it is much bigger than he thought. Whoever carried this object in life, he or she were planning to go on an adventure inside of the wilds on Sunrise Sanctuary. All kinds of supplies are stored in there and, although most of them were consumed by the black hole, some of them remain.
One of the most interesting objects Geralt gets his hands on is a telescope. When he looks around with it, he realizes that he could see more than just a different perspective. Every time he stares through it, he sees mysterious clues no regular human could ever discover. Marks on cave walls, ashes from ceremonial fires, offerings in front of a tall and imposing statue. And soon, it becomes clear that there is another world, invisible to the naked eye.
"I guess that my worst fears have just been proven true. Sunrise Santuary is haunted."- He says to himself- "But the worst thing is that those are not the signs of helpless prey. They are the marks of a proficient hunter, battle-scarred by years of troublemaking. Whoever lives here is capable of much more than just scaring people away for good, and the evidence is all around us. In fact, I believe that those signs are trying to warn us. To prevent us from doing something reckless."
A few moments later, he starts to hear faint whispering. He reaches deep into his mind, trying to find the source of this mild annoyance. When he comes back to his senses, however, he realizes that the answer is far more complicated.
"Yes. I can see it now."- He says to himself- "This island is meant to serve as a trap for curious souls. Many brave warriors have tried to explore it, only to fall victim to the greater power and chained against their will. Their souls now drift in the same place where they died, trapped forever in a horrifying loop that never ends. A truly unfortunate fate, even for those who are blinded by the greed inside of themselves. And yet, even though I do want to help them out, I cannot. We are unable to find an enemy who might not even be here."
At the same time, Will returns, his hands filled with all sorts of supplies.
"Uncle, I made it back!"- He exclaims- "Look! I found mangoes, coconuts and bananas! I even found some fallen logs! We are not going to suffer tonight!"
Geralt nods, but he does not say anything.
Will looks at his uncle, his eyes seemingly containing knowledge about the lands around them.
"We... are not alone in here."- He mutters- "Are we?"
Geralt sighs.
"You know, I never wanted to drag you into this mess. And yet, no matter how hard I tried, it was futile. Some things are meant to happen... and this is one of them."- He says and looks at him- "At first, I was planning to take all four of us on this trip. When we arrived, you, your brother and your aunt would have stayed somewhere safe while I took care of a mysterious entity. Once the job was done, we would have stayed for a while more, then go back to our home, forgetting that something like this even happened in the process. And yet, I just couldn't bear the cross of burden. I didn't want to endanger you all. But, when the time finally came, I had to make it happen... "
Will raises his eyebrow.
"So."- He says- "You are saying that the entire plan for a peaceful vacation was... fake?"
Geralt sighs.
"I'm afraid so."
Will clenches his fist.
"Then let me join you!"- He exclaims- "Those freaks took away my girlfriend! They burned down our ride, killed people who didn't deserve such a horrible ending. Even though I'm still young and untrained, I must help you avenge them all!"
Geralt nods.
"All that I want to do is to leave this island, so we could plan our next move."- He says- "But, if you think that we still have work to do, I will not attempt to stop you. Stella was very dear to me, and so was the poor captain of the ship. All of those people, too. To think that their souls are now roaming this island, helpless and deceived... "
Then, he shakes his head.
"No. You're right, Will. Our work is far from over."- He adds- "This island is cursed. Impure. Every single corner of it is infested by the tendrils of darkness. If we want to make something right in this world, we must start by purifying the land and setting everyone free."
Will looks at his uncle.
"And how can we do that?"- He asks- "It's true. I can hear them. But all that they do is moan and wail. Sending them away will be a challenging task."
Geralt nods.
"Exactly. And that's why I need your help."- He says- "Are you still interested in helping me out?"
Will smiles.
"You never lost me on the way, uncle. I'm still here."- He responds- "Let's teach this creature that we will not fall victim to its tricks."
Geralt nods.
"That is the spirit, my boy."
As the two of them prepare to enter the jungle, they start to hear moans again. But this time, they seem to be coming from elsewhere. They connect with the voices coming from the Spirit World, creating a cacophony of despairing souls.
"Could this be a message from the other world again?"- Will asks.
Geralt shakes his head.
"No. I don't think so."- He says- "In fact, those voices seem to be more... realistic."
Will nods.
"Then let us find them."
The duo look around for a while. They look behind every tree, lift every rock, dig into the sand on the beach. And yet, they're unable to find anything of interest, prompting them to rest an conserve their energies.
As they prepare to walk away, the moans get much louder. They look back and realize that the source of the voices... is the beach itself.
"I think that I know what we're looking for."- Geralt says- "Those voices belong to the undead. Their throats are the only ones capable of making such ghastly sounds."
Will raises his eyebrow.
"The undead?"- He asks- "As in those who are created by necromancy? Or those who turn after their demise?"
Geralt looks around.
"It seems to be the latter."- He says- "Come on. I think that we're close."
The duo go back on the beach and notice the numerous reanimated creatures, stuck on the beach after a particularly nasty incident. From the looks of it, they seem to be part of the crew and passenger groups, launched toward the island after the ship exploded and reanimated shortly after. Many of them are disheveled, emaciated and torn apart, although few of them managed to remain intact.
"Those people... I recognize them."- Will says- "They were in the ship while it was still around!"
Geralt nods.
"Then it surely means that, wherever your deceased girlfriend might have ended up... "
Will looks at his uncle.
"... she might still be around!"
Geralt takes a look at the reanimated, unfortunate souls.
"But it is not the right time to think about that."- He adds- "Those poor people died because of a madman's selfish desires. We cannot bring them back to life, but we can put them to rest. It is the least we could do for them, especially under those horrible circumstances."
Geralt grabs a stick from the ground.
"Then let's free them all from this curse."
Will and Geralt approach every single one of the reanimated humans, putting each one of them down with a single stab to the head. Even though there are hundreds of them, they keep on releasing souls into the Spirit World, putting them to rest, at long last.
As Will prepares to put down another undead creature, he notices a familiar figure shambling toward him. For a moment, he freezes, but is pushed away by his uncle before the undead could bite him on the leg.
"Will! Stop being so careless!"- Geralt scolds his nephew- "What got your attention this time? Why are you so distracted?"
Then, he takes a look at the undead girl ahead of them. It does not take him long to realize what is going on.
"Oh no."- He says- "She... is here."
Will shakes his head.
"I thought that I might never see her again. I believed that her body was destroyed along with the ship itself."- He says- "But now, I can see that this is not true. Stella... she is still around. She's still living, albeit in a different way."
He falls to his knees.
"Stella."- He mutters- "I finally found you."
Geralt raises his eyebrow.
"Umm, Will."- He says- "You do realize that undead are different from human beings?"
Will looks at him.
"What do you mean, uncle?"
Geralt looks at the undead Stella, attempting to find signs of her past self inside of her eyes. However, it is almost as if all memories have been erased. Replaced with an insatiable hunger for human flesh. No, there is nothing left of what she was. That is more than clear to him.
"The thing that you see in front of you, it's not Stella. It is a monster, hiding inside of your girl."- He says to him- "Hard as it might be to believe, the undead only capture the likeness of the former human. Everything else is just... not there anymore."
Will shakes his head.
"That is not true."- He says and takes a few steps forward- "Watch and learn."
As the horrified Geralt watches, Will approaches his undead girlfriend. He places his hand on her cheek and smiles.
"Stel, I am so sorry. I was so careless. So lost."- He says- "But now, we can make everything right again. We can keep on living. We can be together again. You and I, against the dark world around us. What do you say?"
Unfortunately, the undead Stella does not understand her boyfriend's beautiful words. She tries to bite him on the wrist, meeting no resistance as she does so.
Just as she is about to succeed, Geralt rushes forward and punches her face, knocking her to the ground and saving his nephew from certain demise.
"Uncle!"- Will yells- "What was that for?!"
Geralt glares at him.
"Your life is much more important than hers!"- He yells back- "Stella is gone, William! You can't save her! So, do me a favor and keep moving! We're here because of her, so we must honor her sacrifice by continuing to live!"
Will looks at his undead girlfriend, then at his uncle. Clarity reaches the deepest depths of his mind as the gears of wisdom finally start to turn.
"I... did not know that the undead were like this."- He says- "I thought that there was still hope for them."
Geralt shakes his head.
"When a soul leaves the mortal realm, this means that they cannot come back."- He says- "The road ends there."
Will raises his eyebrow.
"But what about aunt Kiara?"- He asks- "You managed to bring her back to life years ago!"
Geralt shakes his head.
"That is a special case, different from the rest of them. I was lucky to revive her in the first place, let alone emerge with my soul inside of my body."- He says- "But that is not important. Stella is no longer in our world. So, you could either put her down or leave her be. It's your choice."
Will looks down at the stick in his hand. He thinks about the situation for a few minutes, then decides that it is best to be brave.
"If that's the case, then I won't let her suffer like this."- He says- "She will not be a fiend for much longer."
Geralt nods.
"Then go."- He says- "Show Stella how much you love her. Give her the peace of mind that she deserves."
Will sighs.
"I... will do my best."
As Will approaches his undead girlfriend, she does the same. Both of them confront each other, as if for the first time in decades. Many words are left unsaid as Will draws his weapon, preparing to free Stella from the restraints of Unlife. 
In order to prevent her from hurting him, Will uses his weapon to trip the undead Stella and pin her to the ground. As he does so, a flurry of emotions swirls inside of his mind. But he easily brushes them away, preparing to get the job done.
However, he soon realizes that he cannot make it happen. Undead or not, Stella is very dear to him. And when he looks at her now, he thinks that she is still alive.
"I... I can't."- He says and falls to his knees- "I'm sorry, Stel. Even though I did my best, I'm not strong enough to free you."
Seeing that his nephew is unable to finish what he started, Geralt rushes into battle, knocks the undead Stella to the ground again and stuggles with her instead of him. She attempts to bite his arm, but he shoves a big stick between her teeth, preventing her from doing anything. 
Now that Stella is helpless, Geralt draws his sword and attempts to stab her in the head. However, much like Will himself, he is unable to make a move. In life, Stella was like a daughter to him. Even though they barely interacted, he knew how much she actually loved him. That feeling alone is enough to prevent him from putting her down.
"What is this feeling? Why am I so... indecisive."- He says to himself- "Hmm. It must be the love for Stella. The guilt I still have inside of my heart. I was responsible for the demise of this adorable little girl. And now, I want to put an end to her existence again. I want to make it happen... but my heart does not."
As Stella crawls toward them, Geralt shakes his head and pulls Will away from her.
"As much as I hate to say this, we must leave her here. For now."- He says- "Maybe we can return here and end her undead life someday. But not yet."
Will sighs.
"I'm sorry, Stella. We have to go."- He says to himself- "I will be back soon. I promise."
Regretfully, the duo leaves the undead Stella on the beach. As she desperately crawls toward them, they enter the relatively safe jungle, hoping to prevent themselves from seeing her again.
"So, this is what you meant when you said that I will have to experience suffering someday."- Will says- "I'm not sure if I can endure it, though. The pressure is too big for me."
Geralt shakes his head.
"You don't have to do this. Not yet, at least."- He says- "For now, your mind will remain chained by the guilt inside of it."
Moments later, the two of them hear a distant yell, possibly coming from the other side of the island.
"But it seems like it won't stay for long, since we still have things to do."
Will's eyes light up.
"A survivor! An actual human being!"- He exclaims- "Maybe they're part of a rescue crew!"
Geralt shakes his head.
"Or maybe they're hungry cannibals, attempting to lure their next meal toward themselves."- He says- "Don't get your hopes up easily, Will. Your ability to trust everyone could prove to be your downfall. Always stay wary of your surroundings, no matter how peaceful and harmless they may be."
Will nods.
"Yes, uncle."
The two of them leave the jungle and approach the other end of the island. When they finally discover the source of the yells, they are disappointed. Then they realize, with a sinking feeling, that not all of the people who survived the incident are good people.
"Oh no,"- Will mutters- "Not him again."
Walter Burns, the same man who brought a swift end to the ship, is now standing before them. He is seriously wounded, but alive and well. And he seems to be as surprised as they are.
"I knew that you'd make it, Kaos."- He says, trying to keep his cool attitude- "Thanks for giving me a good challenge before I leave."
Geralt shakes his head.
"Walter, you filthy, godforsaken rat!"- He says- "Why did God decide to have mercy on you?!"
Walter smiles.
"Not all survivors are nice guys, mind you."- He says- "Even those who want to watch the world burn deserve to live as much as you do."
Will steps forward and clenches his fist.
"You killed my girlfriend, you worthless scum!"- He yells and points his stick at him- "You might have survived, but I won't let you escape this time! I will spill that tainted blood of yours!"
Walter looks at him and laughs.
"Oh, really?"- He asks- "You and what army?"
Will shakes his head.
"I don't need an army to teach you a lesson!"- He yells- "A lesson that you'll never forget!"
Walter sighs.
"Listen, kid. I don't wanna deal with you."- He says- "So, scram."
Then, he glares at Geralt.
"I'm sure you know why I'm still here."
Geralt raises his eyebrow.
"To avenge your fallen comrade, I assume?"
Walter nods.
"On that ship, I watched you murder him in cold blood. He was like a worthless creature. An unwanted element. You didn't even stop to think what he's gone though- you just murdered him without a second thought."- He says- "Do you even have any humanity left?!"
Geralt nods.
"Well, I do."- He says- "But not for monsters like you."
Walter draws his gun.
"Then I'll make sure to erase it."- He says- "Along with your life."
As Walter appears to shoot him down, Will deflects the blow with his stick and pierces his shoulder. He yells and winces in pain, clearly surprised that the boy could fight back against him, even after what he's done to his life.
But the stab is not enough to bring him down. He leaps to his feet and grabs Will by the neck. Then, he starts choking him, laughing as he stands helpless between his arms.
"I told you to scram, little one! But you didn't listen!"- He says- "Now, you'll suffer the same fate as your uncle!"
As Walter tightens his grip, Geralt realizes that Will cannot fend him off by himself. However, he is too tired to cast a spell that will bind Walter in place and prevent the villain from choking the poor boy to death. 
With no other choice left in mind, he rips off a large branch from a nearby tree. rushes to his nephew's aid and strikes Walter in the head, forcing him to let Will go.
"Argh!"- Walter yells- "You worthless imitation of a hero!"
Then, he pulls out a knife and attempts to stab him. However, Geralt uses his magic reserves to cast a fire spell, melting the weapon in mere seconds and saving himself from being stabbed many, many times.
Seeing that he's on the losing side of the battle, Walter decides to turn the tides in a different way. As Will and Geralt surround him, he pulls out a pack of handmade javelins and starts hurling them wildly.
"Oh no!"- Will yells- "He's gone mad!"
Geralt shakes his head.
"He was never sane in the first place."
As the two of them think that they will never be able to put an end to Walter's madness, someone sneaks behind the villain and trips him. He starts to struggle with his new assailant, leaving Will and Geralt alone for a few seconds.
"No way."- Geralt mutters- "This is... "
Will's eyes light up.
"It is Stella!"
As Walter continues to struggle for his life, the undead Stella lunges at him and digs into his stomach. Ignoring his loud yells, she tears his skin apart, making Will and Geralt horrified and satisfied at the same time.
"Even though she is no longer among the living, Stella still decided to help us out."- Geralt says to himself- "Could I be wrong about my theory? Is it true that the undead may still have memories of their past selves?"
Then, he looks at his nephew and smiles.
"She's still on our side, Will."
Will smiles back.
"I know, uncle."- He says- "She never left. She is still here."
As Walter continues to scream, Stella tries to rip out his organs. However, he grabs her by the neck and throws her back, continuing to attack his real enemies.
While both Will and Geralt are distracted, he trips the former and presses a javelin against his neck, as if attempting to intimidate him into apologizing for something that he has not done to him.
"All we wanted was that ship! And you ruined our plan!"- He screams- "You won't receive any mercy from me!"
Will shakes his head.
"I was just trying to spend some time with my loved ones!"- He yells- "You are the one who is guilty!"
Walter attempts to murder Will in cold blood, but the undead Stella trips him and continues to rip his stomach, saving her living boyfriend once again.
"Atta girl."- Geralt says and smiles- "She's quite the fighter, huh?"
Will sighs.
"Yes."- He says- "If only she were this awesome in life."
As the duo approach Walter Burns once again, he finally realizes that he is doomed. However, he stays defiant until the last moments of his life, glaring and growling at the two heroes as the undead Stella continues to tear his stomach apart.
"Came to see the show, huh? Well, you're in for a big surprise."- He says- "Well. Just do you know, I'm not going down. Once I'm gone, I'll come back and haunt you. You'll soon regret what you've done to my friends, especially Nash. And, when you realize that there's no hope to escape from this place, I'll be the one who tears you apart."
Angered by the villain's words, Will steps forward. Prompted by the energy inside of his own soul, he summons an incredible amount of magical power, held solely by the grip of his left hand.
He attempts to end his life, but sees Stella's eyes. She is staring at him, softly growling as she tears Walter apart. It is almost as if her undead self has a mind of his own, remembering the people that she loved and those who dared to harm her. This makes Will back down a little bit, allowing her to finish her job.
"Stella, my love."- Will says and smiles- "Thank you."
A few seconds later, Stella has managed to devour most of Walter's non-vital organs. Satisfied, she shambles away peacefully, ignoring Will and Geralt, and letting them get close to Walter before he could succumb to his wounds.
"Haunt... madness... revenge."- Walter mutters- "You... won't... survive... "
Geralt shakes his head.
"I will purify your soul, vile fiend."- He says- "You will not escape from my vengeance!"
As Walter glares at Will, the boy approaches him and presses the palm of his hand against the villain's head. Suddenly, a huge surge of magical energy flows between both conduits, slowly setting Walter's mind on fire.
Although he screams for a while, it is of no use. This process is irreversible and he cannot prevent it from happening, no matter how hard he tries.
Soon, Walter's tainted mind melts under the pressure of the heat. He perishes almost instantly, never to return to this world.
"It is quite unnerving that he died with his eyes open."- Geralt says and sighs- "What a defiant fellow, he was. Wanting us to see his angry eyes as he drifted away was the last insult in his book and, considering the circumstances, probably his best one so far."
Will looks at the palms of his hands, horrified. He realizes what he has done and shakes his head.
"Uncle."- He says- "I... did it again."
Geralt sighs.
"There's no need to be afraid, my boy."- He says- "Killing villains is just another phase of Life for heroes like us. Sure, they had feelings of their own, but that hardly matters when they're used for the wrong cause. Right?"
Will shakes his head.
'Well, yes. It is true."- He says- "But he wanted to avenge his fallen comrade. His best friend. The way he confronted us, it shows that he was really angry."
Geralt nods.
"And that why you should not allow vengeance to consume your humanity, no matter how little it may be."- He says- "We wanted revenge, because Stella meant a lot to both of us. It was the same for him and that Nash guy, but he only wanted revenge because he was the only familiar person left in his life."
Will raises his eyebrow.
"What if we were in his situation, though?"
Geralt sighs.
"Well."- He says- "I would have done the same."
As the two of them walk away, a rather familiar person runs up to them. And it is not just some undead creature or another type of monster. An actual human being. Living and breathing, stuck on this island just like them.
"I thought that I was the only one left on this island!"- The ship captain from earlier exclaims- "I'm so glad to see you, my friends!"
Geralt smiles.
"Well, it is quite a surprise."- He says- "We're glad to see you too, captain."
As the three of them start to talk, the captain's navy blue hair waves in the calm sea breeze around them. It is clear that he has not felt this relaxed for a long time, even though he is trapped on a perilous island.
"You know, my wife really loved the breeze. It reminded her of the cooler summer nights that we spent alone on the beach."- He says, staring dreamily at the beach ahead of him- "I was a mere crewmember of a mighty ship at the time. We were still young. Those days bring me solace in dark moments like those."
Geralt nods.
"Fate decided that you shall be spared from the pain, my friend."- He says to him- "Somewhere on the other side of this gem blue sea, your family is still waiting for you. Once we get out of this cursed land, you will be able to see them again."
The captain sighs.
"It's true. I really miss my family. My wife and sons mean a lot to me."- He says- "But the crew on my ship were also a part of it. Losing them all made me feel like I lost a big part of myself. It was traumatizing."
Will shakes his head.
"Just like we lost Stella."- He mutters- "I guess that we are not so different, after all."
The captain stares at the sea. 
"Anyway, I met some of my crew in the jungle. Well, what remained of them."- He says- "All of them were infected. I tried reasoning with them, but they just... lunged at me. Acted like they never knew me. I had to shoot them all down with my gun. And it made me feel depressed."
He sits down and pulls out a small bottle of rum. After uncorking it, he takes a big swig, then hands it to Geralt.
"Try it."- He says- "You'll feel better soon."
Geralt sighs and takes a small swig. Then, he hands the rum back to the captain.
"Not a big fan of alcohol, huh?"
Geralt shakes his head.
"I prefer tap water."- He says- "It's much better for my mind."
The captain looks at Will.
"I remember that there was a little girl with you. Stella was her name, if my memory serves me right."- He says- "Why is she not with you?"
Will sighs and points at the undead girl, shambling away in the distance, making the captain realize that even the children are not spared from such a horrible fate.
"Oh! I-I'm terribly sorry that this happened to you!"- He exclaims- "Stella was a good girl. I didn't know her for long, but she was always so sweet. So caring. Her death will truly be a hard blow for everyone who knew her."
Geralt sighs.
"You don't say."
The captain nods.
"Anyway, you should know that the situation in the middle of the island's not so good, either."- He says- "By the time I came around, a bunch of weird tribal people attacked me. They tried to capture me, but I was too fast for them."
He sighs.
"It's almost as they weren't serious about all of this."- He adds- "Really."
Geralt nods.
"This settles it."- He says- "This island's not just haunted. It is also inhabited."
Will gasps.
"No way!"
Geralt nods.
"And it gets worse."- He adds- "If there's actual people here, the dark energy that I felt might belong to a higher lifeform. Like a god."
Will gasps again.
"No... "
Geralt looks at his nephew.
"Oh, come on! Don't be so overdramatic!"- He says to him- "Just because I'm suspicious about something, it doesn't mean that it's true!"
Will smiles.
"Well, no god's going to scare me!"- He exclaims- "My sword shall be the victor, in the end!"
The captain looks at both of them.
"Anyway, do you guys want to go to a safer location?"- He asks- "This place gives me the creeps, but it's a safe bet that we'll be better off inside."
Geralt sighs.
"Our choices are limited. Our supplies are dwindling."- He says- "We have no other choice, The jungle is our best bet."
The captain nods.
"I agree."- He says- "Let's go."
As the three of them flee into the jungle, the captain looks back and notices three undead creatures shambling toward him. They are former members of his crew. He tries to shoot them down, but drops his gun and is tackled by all of them at once. Fortunately, Geralt manages to grab the gun in time and guns all three of them down with his guns, putting them down and breaking the captain free.
"I wish I was brave like you."- The man admits.
Geralt sighs.
"Not every person in the world is brave like us."- He says- "Now get moving, if you want to make it out alive."
After helping him get up, Geralt notices five more undead crewmembers. He guns them all down, but soon runs out of bullets.
"Argh! This is not the right timing!"- He exclaims and looks back at his nephew- "Will, I have a box full of ammo in my bag! Pull it out and give it to me!"
Will rushes to his uncle's aid, as instructed. However, he is soon grabbed by a crawling undead. He struggles with it, until he realizes that he can use magic to eradicate his enemy. Thus, he hurls a fireball, melts the undead's face, then runs back to his uncle.
"It's alright, uncle!"- He exclaims- "I got you!"
Killing the undead with his sword, Geralt can only nod to him.
"Keep it up, my boy."
Will turns to the captain.
"Hey, captain! Do you want to make yourself useful?"- He exclaims- "Grab this shovel and start bashing!"
After grabbing the shovel, the captain nods and starts striking the undead with it, keeping them away from Will for a good deal of time, allowing him to reach into the bag and toss a magazine of bullets to his uncle.
"That's not enough!"- He notes- "I need more!"
Will sighs.
"I am not a robot!"- He exclaims- "Just shut up and keep shooting!"
Geralt smiles.
"Well. This kid's surely got the spirit of his father."- He says to himself- "I'm glad that my training finally pays off. Well done, Willy."
As the captain continues to bash the undead, more of them emerge from the forest.
"There's too many of them!"
Will shakes his head.
"Keep your head up, captain!"- He yells- "Don't let them drown you!"
The captain nods.
"I... I will!"
Will hands his uncle a set of magazines, then notices that his arm is wounded.
"Oh my god!"- He exclaims- "I think that you... you are... "
Geralt shakes his head.
"Nonsense, my child. I just brushed my hand against a sharp branch."- He says- "It stings, but it's not infected."
Will sighs.
"I guess that I will believe you."- He says- "Only time will tell if it is or not."
Then, he grabs a huge bandage from the bag, wraps it around his uncle's arm and patches it up.
"That should stop the bleeding, at the very least."- He says- "Now, do you need anything else from me?"
Geralt shakes his head.
"Not at the moment."- He says- "Go ahead and help the captain. He needs you more than I do."
The captain turns around and nods.
"True story!"
Will nods.
"Alright."- He says, pulling out his sharpened stick- "Let us rock and roll."
In the span of ten minutes, all of the undead were taken care of. Once again, the forest is quiet. They are free to proceed further.
"I swear to Poseidon, this place is going to drive us crazy!"- The captain exclaims- "Can't those creatures keep to themselves? And yes, I mean the strange humans, too."
Geralt shakes his head.
"They already are."- He says- "Now, please, be quiet."
The three of them end up deep inside of the forest. They set up camp and wait for the sun to set.
"Do you want me to tell you a story about the days when my daddy was the captain of a ship?"- The captain says and grins- "Don't worry. It won't bore you."
Geralt sighs and shrugs.
"Sure!"- He says- "Why not?"
The captain goes into a one-sided monologue, telling his allies about the time when his captain was "a young lad". He speaks of a giant storm that left his ship beached ashore, how he had to fight a giant tentacle monster to repair the ship and how he was chased by three more while maneuvering toward the mainland. Truly a breathtaking story, but it is not one that relates to their current situation.
As the captain continues to talk, a bear quietly sneaks up behind him. It tries to tackle him, but Will leaps to his feet and bites it on the ear, startling both of his comanions.
Even though it is hurt, the massive creature manages to bring Will down. It attempts to feast on him, but Will pierces its ear with his stick, severely wounding it. Then, as it roars in pain, he delivers a final, well-aimed stab in the head, putting the territorial creature out of its misery.
"Well, that was truly impressive."- Geralt says- "If your self-defense instructor was here, he would have given you here."
Will raises his eyebrow.
"Aren't you my self-defense instructor?"
Geralt smiles.
"Ah. That is right."- He says- "Well, I'll make sure that you're rewarded for your efforts. Once we get home, that is."
The captain lies in a corner, clearly terrified by the animal's sudden appearance.
"First, the living betray us. Then, we get attacked by the undead. And now, even Nature itself's not on our side anymore."- He says- "The compass is still working. But it's not in our favor. That's for sure."
Geralt shakes his head.
"Nothing has even been in our favor, my friend."- He says- "The winds rarely blow away from us."
Will sighs.
"I just hope that they won't blow us away."
The three of them keep sitting near the light of the campfire, telling each other tales of old and heroism. Geralt even manages to mention his fabled adventures in Avernum and how he got to meet the King himself.
"You shook hands with the king?"- Will says- "It's no wonder why people love you so much, then!"
Geralt chuckles.
"I guess that I made quite an impression back then."- He says- "The fall of Baron Bridges made the king want to shake hands with me. Then, other avernite officials wanted to do the same thing. With every handshake, I got more and more popular. And, at the end of the year, I became a legend."
The captain smiles.
"Many fellow captains love to shake hands with me, too."- He says- "One of them was the infamous Blackbeard."
Geralt looks at him.
"Let me guess."- He says- "A single handshake was enough to earn his respect."
The captain grins.
"I guess he really liked me!"
Will sighs.
"You lucky individual."- He says- "From what I read in the books, Blackbeard tends to cut the hands of those who want a handshake. If you managed to escape from such a fate, then it means that you are much better than most of them."
The captain nods.
"Maybe my attitude made him believe that I was worthy."- He says- "Either way, it's true!"
Will sighs.
"Anyway, I got to meet uncle Dante again. A week or so ago, that was."- He says- "This time, I got to see aunt Abigail, too. Both of them were so sweet, I just couldn't get away from them. We talked for ours and he mentioned that he really misses you, uncle. Maybe a friendly reunion can be arranged in the near future?"
Geralt raises his eyebrow.
"You got to meet my good friend? More than once?"- He says and smiles- "Well, it seems like his dream finally came true. He got married to the love of his life. He stands independent in a world of darkness. He never lost contact with the people that he loves. And he probably has lots of wonderful children!"
Will shakes his head.
"Nope."- He says- "He and aunt Abigail prefer to be alone in their home."
Geralt nods.
"Then they're just like me and your aunt Aurelia."- He says- "Solitude is a virtue. But with a child like you, existence is a blessing."
The captain yawns.
"Umm. I'm pretty tired."- He says- "Do you mind if we... take a nap for a while?"
Geralt nods.
"Of course."- He says- "If this is what your body truly wants, then make it happen. We need a lot of rest for the next few days."
The captain nods.
"I appreciate it, sir."
Then. he falls into a semi-deep sleep, exhausted from the long adventure.
"It is not a lie. When we came to this island, I thought that it might be the end of us."- He says to himself- "But it seems like, even in this horrible place, there is still room for friendship and union. Even the residents of this place, bloodthirsty as they may be, cannot break the bond between a hero and his allies. And if we made it this far, then I'm certain that we will survive the aftermath, as well."
Will looks at his uncle.
"Hey, uncle."- He says- "Do you think that Stella is still thinking about me?"
Geralt sighs.
"From what I notice last time we saw her, she must not be thinking about anything at all."
Will shakes his head.
"No. I mean Stel's soul."- He says- "That... thing, I'm certain that it's not her. But the other side of Stel. You know, her heart and her soul. Do you think that they went to Heaven, if there is one out there?"
Geralt, a firm believer in the Afterlife, nods confidently.
"There is no doubt that little Stella made it all the way up there. She's a very determined young woman."- He says- "From the looks of it, chances are that she's still staring down at us. So, if you want to say hello, this is the perfect chance to do so."
Will looks up at the sky above. He simply smiles and nods, a sign of love between a man and a woman.
"Heh."- Geralt says and smiles- "I knew that you would say that."
Will raises his eyebrow.
"How did you know?"
Geralt sighs.
"Just a sixth sense of mine."- He says- "I always know how my loved ones feel."
Will smiles.
"Well, your sixth sense is awesome!"
Geralt nods.
"If it managed to keep us alive out here, then it truly is."
The two of them soon fall asleep, lying on the cold grass as they slowly close their eyes and attempt to take a break. A harsh wind blows outside, but the trees of the jungle shield our heroes from the worst of it. To them, it feels like nothing more than a pleasant breeze on a summer morning. Beautiful and soft.
A few hours pass. Faint growls can be hears around the camp, but none of them get louder. For some reason, the place remains peaceful until the morning, leaving the trio to rest and recover for the time being.
In the morning, Will and Geralt wake up, feeling like they slept on a bed of clouds. A feeling of satisfaction washes over them as they start a new day in this harsh place, ready to make even more progress than they did yesterday.
And yet, something feels strange. When they look at the captain's spot, they find it empty. They call out to him, but nobody answers. Eventually, they discover the sound of footsteps coming from nearby and find the captain, slowly shuffling deeper into the forest.
"Do you think that he... is not there anymore?"- Will asks.
Geralt shakes his head.
"There is only one way to find out."
He meets the captain's face, pokes him and attempts to get his attention. When he stares into his eyes, he sees that they are lifeless. Devoid of life. However, they are not the eyes of the undead, meaning that he is still somewhere inside of his own body.
"For some reason, he doesn't pay attention to me. He doesn't stop walking, either."- Geralt says to himself- "Does this mean that he is a victim of the dark magic?"
With no other option readily available, Will and Geralt have no choice than to follow the possessed captain to the source of evil. However, just as they are about to enter a small mausoleum, they are attacked by a group of tribal warriors. They block the way into the building, seemingly protecting it from intruders like them.
Geralt reaches for his weapon, but one of the tribesmen stabs him with a spear. He attempts to protect himself with a magical shield, but the man easily breaks it, shattering his protection and sending him to the ground.
As the two heroes continue to struggle against their enemies, a trio of undead suddenly bursts into the glade. They attempt to trip the tribesmen, but they stab them with their weapons, putting them down.
This distraction is enough for Will to break free. He easily wrestles away his captor, grabs his spear and stabs him in the temple. Then, he frees his uncle and they attempt to regroup elsewhere, but the tribesmen take notice. One of them grabs the pistol Geralt left behind and shoots Will in the head.
"Willy!"- Geralt yells- "No!"
As the tribesmen laugh at Geralt's misery, Will opens his eyes and stands back up, amazing all of his enemies.
"Will?"- Geralt mutters- "How... is this possible?"
Will pulls the bullet out of his head. Then, he kicks the tribesman in the head, takes back his gun and nonchalantly shoots the surviving tribesmen in the head, ending their miserable lives in the blink of an eye.
"If they think that such a wound could kill me."- He says- "Then, they are fools."
Geralt nods. 
"Indeed, my boy."
Now that all of the tribesmen are dead, the duo investigates them. They seem to be part of a secret organization, located deep underground. It looks like they are connected to the dark force that is watching them from afar, perhaps not coincidentally.
"Do you think that they will lead us to the core of this island?"- Will asks.
Geralt nods.
"It is very likely."- He says and pulls out a seemingly cursed compass from a tribesman's pocket- "No, scratch that. I think that they definitely will."
Will smiles.
"Let's find the captain and get him out of that wild place!"
As the two of them stumble into their mausoleum, their thoughts become briefly disoriented. Images of slaughter appear inside of their minds as the spirits of the fallen whisper into their ears:
"Traitor... deceiver... non-believer... "
Geralt nods.
"I understand what is going on."- He says- "Whoever forces his dark energy upon the unfortunate visitors of this island, he seems to be some kind of supreme god. He has managed to enslave the tribesmen and make them work against their will."
Will looks at the passage ahead of them,
"Then we must stop him!"
Geralt nods.
"Without a doubt, we must."
The two heroes enter a series of weblike passages. Everywhere they go, they feel like the walls are closing in on them. Every step gets them closer to their goal, but it also makes them a little bit more cautious. Whatever this place might be, the danger within is truly undeniable.
Soon, they reach a huge chamber. Black candles are placed in front of it, currently unlit. This hint indicates that they are about to enter some sort of ceremony room. A place of worship, meant for a higher god.
"Uncle, I have to admit it. I'm... a little scared."- Will says- "If there's an actual god in there, then we're truly doomed."
Geralt shakes his head.
"I fought creatures stronger than the gods themselves. I lasted against the worst anomalies, the scariest nightmares."- He says- "I developed a taste for defeating great beings. So, I won't be afraid of this one. And neither should you."
Geralt nods. He grips his spear tighter.
"You're right as always, uncle."- He says- "I... am not afraid. Neither man, nor god will bring me down."
As the two of them carefully open the door, they notice the captain's semi-conscious body, bowing to some kind of divine humanoid. His eyes are glowing with an eerie yellow light and his skin is orange. From the looks of it, he is more than capable of eradicating a single creature with the snap of a finger, but he seems to find them amusing instead.
"So. You came all the way here, thinking that you can intrude on my island, kill my people and take my hard-earned work for granted?"- The god says and laughs- "How foolish of you, mortal. Your wicked ways will help you no more. From this day on, your soul shall drift toward the higher realms. Maybe they will show mercy to you."
The god casts a powerful spell. A ray of light hits the captain's chest, quickly draining his body of all blood. It is almost as if the creature is a vampire, albeit much more powerful and sinister. And with a stronger hatred for the human race.
Will attempts to rush forward and attempt to save the captain. However, seeing the severity of the situation, Geralt stops him.
"Uncle!"- Will exclaims- "We need to save him!"
Geralt shakes his head.
"As much as I want to say yes, it is far too late."- He says- "All that we can do is watch as he withers before us. That god is far too powerful."
The two of them stand behind the door, horrified, as the god drains the captain's body of its blood. Every single drop of it is infused into his very being. His eyes start to glow red for a second, then return to their original color. 
Once the work is done, the captain's lifeless corpse falls to the ground, drained of soul and blood. The god sits back in his throne and smiles.
"Another sacrifice has been made. How thoughtful of my slaves. to bring it all the way here"- He says aloud- "Those pesky humans need to learn a lesson. They must never disturn the solitude of my island, or they will become my food."
He sighs.
"If only they cared enough to listen... "
Then, he looks at the door, seemingly expecting more victims to arrive in the chamber.
"Do not pretend. I already noticed you."- He says- "Step out and present yourselves. I, the god of Sunrise Sanctuary, demand it."
He waves a hand. Will and Geralt's feet start acting on their own, forcing them to move toward the mad god.
"Hmm. So this is how he managed to charm the captain and bend him to his will."- Geralt says to himself- "He was acting like a live GPS, against the flow of the wind and undisturbed by the currents of the sea. I need to look into this... if we manage to survive."
The god stares at the duo and smirks.
"Two more of them? How peculiar."- He says- "Tell me your names, young victims."
Using his sheer willpower, Will forces himself to shake his head.
"This is none... of your business."
The god looks at Will and smiles.
"I see that we have a strong one here."- He says- "I applaud your determination, young one. But the end of all intruders is in this chamber. None have escaped my wrath alive."
He motions a nearby black circle, seemingly enchanted with dark magic. Wisps of sinister magic emanate from them as the cackles of phantoms echo in the distance. It is clear that this god is trying to sacrifice them, and that he might make it happen soon.
"Why did you do this... to the captain?"- Will asks the god- "He never did anything bad to anyone! All that he ever wanted was to see his family again! And you just stripped him of that dream... and his life! Why did you do such a thing?!"
The god looks at the captain's lifeless corpse and laughs.
"Oh, him? Don't worry about this."- He says- "Despite being described as strong and fearsome, this insect was nothing more than a fool. He was a coward until the end, and even death did not cure him of this deadly flaw."
Will shakes his head.
"This cowardice is what saved him from freaks such as yourself."- He says- "And yet, he fought well. He never gave up on his comrades. He struggled to keep the passengers alive. And in the end, he gave his life to stop the one who caused them so much trouble."
The god raises his eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
Will looks at him.
"So, you don't even remember. How humiliating."- He says- "I knew that the black hole was caused by some sort of powerful, extraterrestrial force. And, from the moment I saw your face, I knew that it was you."
The god laughs.
"How very perceptive of you!"- He exclaims- "Yes! I was the one who brought that ship to ruin! I was the one who killed those people!"
Will shakes his head.
'You... maniac."
He glares at him.
"Tell us."- He says- "Who... are you?"
The god raises his eyebrow.
"You want to know me?"- He says and smiles- "My name is known as Annawan. I was one of the dark angels in Heaven. I used to enforce its rules and punish the creatures who dared to disobey, but I was eventually... honorably discharged. My peers did not like my ways and decided to get rid of me, in the hopes that they will never see my face again. Hah! This is pure foolishness! They will never keep me away for long!"
Will shakes his head.
"How is this related to... the tribesmen?"
Annawan looks around.
"Oh? You mean the slaves?"- He says and chuckles- "They're the most loyal minions a god could ever want. In many situations, they're good playthings. Excellent suppliers. And, most importantly, fearsome guards. They gave me a reason to rule over this miserable chunk of land, and I'm happy that they exist."
Will smiles.
"Then this means... that you love humans."- He says- "Don't you?"
Annawan shakes his head.
"Nonsense. All humans are disgusting, disrespectful freaks who know nothing but how to be annoying to gods like me."- He responds- "The only humans who deserve respect are the ones under my control. Everyone else will burn."
Will sighs.
"Then you're just like... everyone else."
With the snap of a finger, Annawan seals Will's vocal chords.
"Silence, lamb."- He says- "It is time for the ritual. Stand still and it will be over soon."
As Annawan begins to chant, Geralt cannot help but notice that the captain's skin is turning gray. Even though all of his blood was drained from his body, his mind is still intact. Thus, he is still going to reanimate. He alerts his nephew, hoping that he could finish him off before it happens.
Will grabs his spear and, against Annawan's will, stumbles towards the captain's corpse. Annawan attempts to pull him back, but the boy's willpower overpowers the god's incredible strength,
"How... how can this be?!"
Stumbling closer to the captain's body, Will prepares to put him down. However, a sudden gust of wind pulls him back. But he does not stop there. He keeps moving forward, again and again, until the mysterious wind stops bothering him. Soon, the sudden anomaly becomes a light breeze, turning into yet another part of his virtuous soul.
Soon, the wannabe hero plunges spear into the captain's skull, preventing his reanimation just as he is about to turn.
"He... broke free."- Annawan mutters- "My power... was not enough."
Geralt looks at his nephew.
"I can perform a reverse ritual to stop this mad god. However, it will take some time."- He says- "Can you back me up for the time being?"
Will nods.
"You got it, uncle."
As Geralt begins to cast a complex ritual, Will turns to Annawan and smiles.
"If you are truly some kind of a god, then you are the worst one I have ever seen."- He says- "There is nothing special about you. In fact, I wonder how Heaven managed to tolerate you for such a long time."
Annawan attempts to silence him. However, Will shakes his head. His eyes glow white for a moment, alarming Sunrise Sanctuary's god.
"His eyes... "- He mutters- "He's protected by the gods themselves! He is their protege!"
Then, he looks up and laughs.
"I have to admit it, I am quite surprised. Mortals like you rarely have eyes like those."- He says- "But that does not change the fact that you are doomed. Even the gods, wise as they are, cannot stop me from claiming your soul."
Annawan raises his hand, attempting to possess Will again. However, the boy's eyes start to glow white again, indicating the fact that the gods are preventing him from doing so.
"I am the only master of my own thoughts."- He says- "Anyone who tries to alter my ways is in for a complete disappointment."
Annawan, on the brink of madness, clenches his fists. It is clear that he has never seen such incredible power. Such an unbreakable will. Even though Will is still a child, and a young one at that, he is capable of resisting the cowardly attempts to break him down.
As tribesmen pour en masse into the chamber, the god watches as his most faithful allies are slain with ease. Both Will and Geralt expend their energies to keep their enemies on the line, proving that they are much more than just uncle and son.
"Hmph. It looks like I was too careless."- Annawan says and smiles- "But now, the true sacrifice begins."
Using his incredible powers, he summons a tiny sun in front of Will. Its light manages to blind him temporarily, making him fall to the ground as Annawan starts throwing magical bolts toward him.
And yet, even when blinded, Will is still capable of fighting back against his enemies. Standing up with ease, he skillfully deflects the bolts with his spear, making Annawan stand up as his own spells backfire and his bolts of magic ricochet wildly all around him.
"You are a protege of Order. And yet, all that you cause is chaos."- Annawan says- "Doesn't that make you feel sad, human child?"
Will shakes his head.
"Even your mind tricks will not work against me."- He says- "Face it, unworthy one. You are no match for the power of a Kaos."
Annawan stares at him, alarmed.
"You are... a Kaos?!"
At the same time, Geralt finishes his ritual. He calls Will back to him, then raises his hands in the air. His eyes glow white as the power of the Heavens runs deep inside of his pure bloodstream.
"Spirits of the fallen! Harbringers of change!"- He yells- "Rise from the ashes and slay the mad one who brought suffering to you! Make this unfortunate being see the light!"
Annawan attempts to stop the ritual, but it is far too late. As soon as he runs forward, hundreds of spirit appear and block his path.
"No. This... cannot be."- He says- "It is you. The fools that I killed. But... how did you... ?"
One of the spirits shakes his head.
"You put all those scars on me, just because you thought that I was a liability. You destroyed me because you feared all of us."- He says- "In the name of all people who were forced to suffer because of you, we will never forgive you or those under your command."
Annawan shakes his head.
"You don't scare me, ectoplasmic apparitions!"- He exclaims- "I am Annawan- soldier of Heaven! I've seen things you fools will never comprehend. In the greater scheme of this world, I am meant to last longer than all of you combined! You cannot defeat me, nor my genius!"
The spirit shakes his head.
"And we're not scared of you, madman with the eyes of a god."- He says calmly- "You claim that you're a god, but the gods never mistreat their own worshippers. You have managed to beat them all into submission, make them fight against their own will and command them to make this place your own personal haven, all of this while a war between good and evil is being waged on the other side of your walls. So, can you still stand behind your words? Or are you too afraid to admit the truth?"
Annawan lets out an otherworldly cry.
"Enough, mortals!"- He yells- "No matter which form of you I have to fight, I will slay all of you!"
Then, he launches a massive beam of light. Will and Geralt are barely able to avoid it, but the spirits they summoned are completely unaffected by this attack. The god launches another huge beam, but the result is still the same.
"Impossible!"
The spirits simultaneously raise their hands in the air.
"And now, let us purify your dark soul."- One of them says- "Let us return you to the place where you belong- The Underworld."
He turns around and looks at the duo.
"This is the right time to be heroes."- He says- "If you truly want to make it out of this island, Annawan must be destroyed. Else, he will chase you endlessly and, eventually, hunt you down. We can prevent him from causing you trouble, but we still need your help."
Will nods.
"And you got it."- He says- "Lead the way, noble ethereals. We shall be your guiding lights."
And so, the living and the dead work together to bring down their common enemy- the mighty god who dared to make their lives miserable. Annawan is, as expected, less than pleased by this decision and attempts to bring them down with his magic. However, Geralt manages to create a magical shield just in time, preventing the god's attacks from reaching them.
"Hand the boy your weapon."- The spirit mutters- "Only he can bring down a god."
Geralt raises his eyebrow.
"How can you be so sure of that?"
The spirit smiles.
"Just watch and learn."- He adds- "You will see."
Trusting the spirit's decision, Geralt gives Dreamweaver to Will. The boy holds the mighty weapon, unsure what to do next.
"Use the power of your soul, young one."- The spirit says- "Call forth the power of the spirits and we shall exorcise this fool. Together."
Will nods. He raises the weapon in the air. Sparks fly from its surface as the wisps of fallen spirits infuse it with unimaginable power, shocking Annawan and pleasing Geralt.
"How can this be?!"- Annawan yells- "A child like you shouldn't be able to cast spells, let alone hold such a powerful weapon!"
Will smiles.
"Do not underestimate the power of a Kaos."- He warns him- "Else, you might get hurt. Badly."
As the last of the wisps are infused within the blade, Will lunges forward. Catching Annawan by surprise, he stabs him in the shoulder, surprisingly managing to harm him in the process. When he does so, little wisps of light are infused into the god's body, making his eyes glow white.
"What... is this?!'- Annawan yells- "No! I will not... be tamed! My soul... is... wild!"
He claws at his head, attempting to take the souls away from himself. However, fighting a spirit is like fighting an invisible enemy. For all you know, they might not even be there. They might just be hallucinations, caused by his mind while under pressure.
"Stop! Stop!"- Annawan yells- "I command you! Get away from my divine mind! You impure insects! I will-- aargh!"
As he continues to scream, his body starts to fade away. Apparently, the exorcism is doing his job. And very well, from the looks of it. Soon, the final fragments of the seemingly unbeatable god vanish alongside the smoke emerging from his body, purifying the creature's soul once and for all.
Exhausted to the brink of collapse, Will and Geralt stand next to a wall, barely believing that they managed to make it out alive. They came all the way here to discover the secrets of the island, not believing in survival. However, the gods have blessed them with a lot of luck, allowing them to overcome one of the worst challenges Life has ever bestowed upon them. It was a truly arduous experience, although incredibly rewarding as well. 
When their god was defeated, the surviving tribesmen outside of the chamber saw this as a sign that they have been defeated. Without rebelling against their enemies, they lower their heads and walk away in shame, allowing the victors to regain their senses.
"We did it, uncle."- Will says and smiles- "We made it out."
Geralt smiles.
"Yes, dear nephew. We did."- He responds- "And it is all thanks to you."