The Wolf School

Evil is evil. Lesser, greater… it’s all the same.

Steel-grey case with that harsh, hunt-ready tone. The kind that looks like it’s been through Kaer Morhen winters and come out colder. The Wolf School medallion sits in the dial like it’s vibrating for nearby monsters, while the amber-red windows hit with pure Witcher alchemy energy: swallow, thunderbolt, adrenaline, all brewing under the surface.

For those who walk the Path, blade sharp, senses sharper.