Far’s adventures in the wintry Styx continue. The elements still want to turn everyone into snow-covered statues, merchants still want to cheat, the infected want to eat, the bandits want to rob, and honest raiders… Wait, there’s a mistake—I don’t recall encountering such ones. This species went extinct because of its naivety.
No matter how cool a place the hero finds himself in, it’s hard for him to keep a clear head. Malice and the thirst for revenge cloud his vision worse than snow in a severe blizzard. The cultists no longer pose a threat, but that doesn’t make life much easier. The stakes have risen; everything is much more complicated now. It’s unclear who is friend and who is enemy.