I was walking, I tripped, I got caught in a trap, I came to… another trap! And no cast!
But it turned out the taiga was alien. And not just the taiga—this whole world is different!
So there I am, lying in delirium, and next to me some kind of elf is walking around. I thought, that’s it—those were my deathbed hallucinations, the old man’s last. But no. When I finally came to my senses, I didn’t understand anything at all: an alternative Russian Empire, a gigantic Rift from which monsters creep, and “system hints” flicker before my eyes.
But you can’t drink away thirty years as a gamekeeper—so we’ll figure it out.
The only thing is: I’d like to know what destroyed the military caravan, leaving not a single trace…