The Holy Crusade

As Anastasia emerged from the veil of twilight, her weary eyes scanning the rustic town nestled between the brooding borders of Ural and Siberia, a diminutive figure stirred to life. Anna, the doll, sprang onto Anastasia's shoulder with an unsettling enthusiasm, her porcelain face aglow with an otherworldly light.

“Anna, thank you for your effort on doing things on my behalf”

As they had suspected, the Noble faction lurked on the other side of the towering wall of ice, their malevolent presence a palpable force, waiting for the perfect moment to ascend or shatter the frozen barrier that stood between them and their ultimate goal: the conquest of the east side of the country, where the last remnants of Descovick’s ruling powers still warmed the ravaged land.