Play to live. Book 6. War

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 first guard are majestically rattling. All trump cards were thrown away, 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 stabs 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? Rush to save the one that
gave life for him? Or try to disrupt the jack-sow, finding the way home, to the ground?!