The new reality gains depth and color. The world learns of birth; the world learns of death. The umbilical cord connecting Earth and Drumir grows thinner, and even the Nameless cannot prevent the inevitable catastrophe! How could Gleb pass by a simple Russian girl who miraculously escaped from Chinese slavery and with quiet despair begged the first person she met—someone speaking her native language—for help? And now the tight spring of confrontation is already coiling up: thousands of armies, unseen before, converge in the middle of the Frontier, burning through kilotons of mana, sealing sand into glass, and carving through invulnerable mithril armor. The fierce Russian “Hooray!” drowns out the Chinese “Wansuɪ!”—and the gods shudder at human cruelty.