[Paganism+Microxulu+Russian coldness]
Sin condenses under the ice and snow.
Perhaps only death can escape all this... Yet Anatoly finds that he cannot even control his own life or death.
Invisibly, a force enveloped this border town. It never manifests, it is everywhere.
Only true warriors dare to face their own destiny and tear through the cage it weaves.
"Where I come from...
Why am I here...
So this is all just for 'tease'?
I disagree. "
——In the midst of labor pain, a new god was born
