The new reality gains depth and color. The world comes to know birth, the world comes to know death. The umbilical cord connecting Earth and Drummir grows thinner, and even the Nameless One is powerless to prevent the inevitable cataclysm!
How could Gleb pass by a simple Russian girl who had miraculously escaped Chinese slavery and was quietly, despairingly begging for help from the first person she met who spoke her native language?
And now the tight spring of confrontation is already coiling, unprecedented armies thousands strong collide in the middle of the Frontier, burning through kilotons of mana, fusing sand into glass and cutting through invulnerable mithril armor. The furious Russian “Hurrah!” drowns out the Chinese “Wansui!”, and the gods shudder at human cruelty.