Her body never gets tired, her dagger never misses, she has no compassion. Undead are her rightful prey.

The streets of Ogriy are covered with snow, windows are lit with warm light, and everyone is preparing for the holiday. The year of the Dragon is ahead, and the fire-breathing lizard looks favorably on the beautiful warrior - great feats and glorious victories await her in the near future.

Squadrons of golems are reduced to crushed stone with her sword, the doors of the royal treasury are broken open, and the treasures are piled at her feet. It's a good time to raise the golden goblet to luck!

The balloon, put together by the gnomes, is so laden with presents that it barely made it up into the sky. It’s time to jettison the ballast - release some of the presents to descend straight to the doorways of the unsuspecting inhabitants of Ogriy!

Be careful and do not look the mistress of the snowstorm in the face! A look from her crystal clear and all-knowing eyes could freeze a heart...