The magical flame is raging. The steel of the blades is melting. Souls burn out in the fury of battle! The final chords of the battle for the First Temple thunder majestically. All trump cards were dropped, reserves were drained to the bottom, and even the gods fought in a plebeian brawl. The fabric of the universe is cracking, the shackles that bind the worlds are breaking. And now the icy waters of the Baltic are cooling the hot sands of the Frontier, and the creatures of Drumir are shedding their first blood on the streets of sleepy Earthly cities. What should Gleb do? Become bitter and massacre your enemies? Take over empty castles and unoccupied locations? Rush to save the one who gave her life for him? Or try to hit the jackpot by finding the way home to Earth?!