The Witcher 2: Assassin of Kings looks better than I remembered. The world is awash in color, hues of red and orange engulfing the burning city I'm clearing on behalf of Temeria's king. I take a moment to remove Geralt's sword from the chest of a La Valette soldier to admire it.
The game just turned 15, and it's been about that long since I played it. It's also one of the few remaining Xbox exclusives – something I only realized a few weeks ago – yet my 2020 HP Pavilion gaming laptop has it looking almost as good as a pre-enhanced Witcher 3. I don't know why so many of us forget about Geralt's second adventure. Myself included, unfortunately. But in the leadup to The Witcher 4, going back to the series' roots feels not only incredibly fulfilling and insightful, but has me more excited than ever for what might come next.
