If they are, I've yet to hear. Historians believe them physical scars from the Conjunction. [ He gives a vague shrug. ] The rest of the Continent has better things to think about than a few rocks.

[ But who the fuck knows. Istredd is the one obsessed with them; perhaps he's found a hidden pocket of villagers who made an idol of the obelisks. Geralt doesn't find the notion far fetched. Folk will see a god in anything.

The monoliths certainly hold an undeniable power. And none know where they came from. Until recent.

Though admittedly—they may all just be looking too hard for a connection. Who says one had to exist? Not every tree falls under the same axe.

He gestures at the temple they sit in now. ] If it happens again—we'll see if dedicated structures to gods not of this sphere matters.