Fart’s adventures in the frosty Styx continue. The elements still want to turn everyone into snow-covered statues; cultists want to kill, peddlers to swindle, the infected to devour, bandits to rob—and honest raiders… wait, that’s a mistake—I don’t recall any honest ones like that. This kind went extinct due to their naivety. Chaos of the Hive has spun the hero again into its wild whirlwind. All that’s left is to dream about even a short break. Rest here is such a luxury that in a matter of a couple or three calm minutes, they might even kill you.