A new reality takes on depth and color. The world learns birth; the world learns death. The umbilical cord connecting Earth and Drumir grows thinner, and even the Nameless one cannot prevent the inevitable cataclysm!
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—to help her?
And now a tight spring of resistance coils itself: unseen before, tens of thousands of armies converge in the middle of the Frontier, burning through kilotons of mana, scorching sand into glass, and cutting through invulnerable mithril armor. A furious Russian “Hurrah!” drowns out the Chinese “Wansui!” and the gods tremble at human cruelty.