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Fire boulders began falling from the sky like cannonballs, causing irreparable damage to everything around. The Earth shook under the impacts of fire magicians.

Poor skeleton warriors scattered into pieces and tried to gather themselves again. Wherever enemy liches had deployed magical shields, they started to crumble like broken glass under the treacherous enemy’s blows. The Dark Lord issued commands to his loyal warriors, perhaps sending them into the last battle.

And right in the middle of all this ugliness, there was a player’s dacha—the one who had “the luck” to buy a plot. With a solid two-story cottage, a cozy garden and vegetable beds, a small lake full of fish, flower fields, and rich berries with the game administration—suspiciously cheap. And it wasn’t a big deal that zombies and skeletons were wandering around everywhere. And next door there was a castle with a sinister aura. They acted like good, decent neighbors and paid no attention to the player.

And then these—light knights encased in iron of the “Order of Dawn”—arrived, along with mages dressed in white robes embroidered with gold and servants of the Illustrious Light. Players and high-level NPCs from level 90 and above. And they carried out a genocide of the unclean here.