Fart's adventures in the frosty Styx continue. The elements still want to turn everyone into snow-covered statues, sectarians - to kill, traders - to deceive, infected - to devour, bandits - to rob, and honest raiders... wait, there was a mistake, I don’t remember seeing such people. This species became extinct due to its naivety. The chaos of the Hive again swirled the hero in its furious whirlpool. All that remains is to dream of at least a short respite. And relaxation here is such a luxury that just a couple of minutes of peace can kill you. Part One - Part Three -