It’s so nice to be dreaming under the eaves of the magic forest of Dindaat! Especially when Old Fattar is enchanted, meekly putting his moss-covered cap out for you and muttering some wise and sleep-inducing words.

Having stricken down innumerate golems and paved the way to the Treasury of the Mountain King, you may allow yourself a brief rest. The priceless riches are at your feet, the royal goblet is in your hand, the glint of gold makes the sight and the soul merry.

It was already time to descend to the festive feast, but the beautiful Magmar lingered at the top. She admires the snow-covered rooftops of Khair and dreams of the future, while the Great Dragon stands silent as a statue, the snowflakes melting away from his fiery breath.

The balloon’s basket almost grazes the tops of the frost-laden trees. Below, the lights of the cozy villages of Khair are flickering and the northern lights illuminate the sky. There’s a festive mood, with the New Year breeze carrying you all the way!

Что это за новая звезда взошла на заоблачной ярмарке гномов?! Завсегдатаи удивлённо чешут бороды и качают головами. За долгие столетия гномы совсем отвыкли от красоты магмарских воительниц!

Shadow gives her the strength to crush enemies and protects her from enemy spells, but even the almighty darkness cannot conceal the beauty of this sorceress.

Подарки продолжают прибывать — скоро в комнате для них не останется места! Что поделать, всякий на Хаире мечтает угодить этой умнице и красавице, настоящей принцессе новогодних праздников.

The Phantom of the Cursed Queen Celeste, imprisoned posthumously in the Labyrinth in the world of Ergam. The malevolent ghost of the cruel ruler has managed to seep through the barrier between worlds and into the domain of the Great Dragons. Celeste raised the most fearsome creatures of Faeo from the dead and led her army of evil spirits and resurrected monsters. If she succeeds in reigning here, it will be the tragic end of the great age of Humans and Magmars!

This proud dweller of the North is not afraid of harsh winter winds. From early childhood she is familiar with heavy grey clouds and lullabies of snowstorms. Hardened by utter cold and other sorrows of life in the distant North, nothing can frighten this brave Magmar. She is the true Daughter of the North!