Play to live. Book 6. War. Rus Dmitry

Wakes up a magic flame. The steel of blades melts. Souls burn out in the fury of the battle! The final chords of the battle for the primary guard are majestically. All trump cards were dropped, reserves were scooped to the bottom, and even the gods grabbed in the plebeian fight. The fabric of the universe is cracking, the shackles binding the worlds burst. And now the ice waters of the Baltic stamps the red -hot sands of the frontier, and the creatures of the Driery shed the first blood on the streets of the sleepy earth cities.

What to do Gleb? Burn and arrange a massacre among enemies? Take out empty locks and noe locations to your hands? To rush to save the one that

gave life for him? Or try to disrupt the Jack-Pot by finding the way home, to the ground?!