Back in the Shadow Realm, things had been moving smoothly. One by one, Cynrik snatched the unconscious people. His timing coincided with the distance from the fight happening in the sky.
So far, they had gone unnoticed, and since he was strategically picking off those furthest away from the fight first, he hadn't drawn any attention yet.
"OI, Geralt pick up the pace, we don't have all day, and this fight is in the final stages." Cynrik's annoyed and arrogant voice caused Geralt to grit his teeth and speed up the extraction of casualties from the battle between Haylon and the Governor.
To his right was a translucent cube the size of a baseball field, where well over 50 unconscious people with varying injuries could be seen. That wasn't all either. Moving from one person to the next was Brance, as he rapidly healed those with severe injuries while using a combination of HolyFire and Light Mana to eradicate any Death Mana in their bodies.