This world is sick with three illnesses. The first is the sweet poison of the Gorinyches, which brings oblivion and steals the soul. The second is the cold, dead order of the Iron Prince, turning the living into a mechanism. The third is my wild power, which heals—returning everything to the origins, even if those origins are pain and chaos.
To defeat the “iron,” you must first burn out the sweet stupor and the freezing fear. For this, Balance has given me a союзник— the rage of Prince Ivan himself. He is a surgical knife that cuts out rot, and I am living water that washes away poison. We are a cruel, yet necessary treatment for this world.
Our path goes through the two remaining kingdoms of false happiness, and only after we pass them can we challenge the one who dreams of binding this world in steel.