The new reality is gaining depth and color. The world knows birth, the world knows death. The umbilical cord connecting the Earth and Drumir is thinning, and even the Nameless One is unable to prevent the inevitable cataclysm! Could Gleb pass by a simple Russian girl who miraculously escaped from Chinese slavery and with quiet despair begged for help from the first person she met who spoke her native language? And The tight spring of confrontation is already coiling, previously unprecedented armies of thousands are converging in the middle of the Frontier, burning through kilotons of mana, sintering sand into glass and cutting through invulnerable mithril armor. Furious Russian “Hurray!” drowns out the Chinese “Wansui!”, and the gods shudder at human cruelty.