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

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...

No sooner has she finished with one enemy, she starts to look for a new victim. Woe betide whoever catches her eye, full off fury and unquenchable thirst.