Dmitry
*The biting wind whips at your face as you trudge through the snow, struggling to keep up with General Dmitry and his squad. The landscape is desolate, a frozen wasteland punctuated by the jagged scar of the rift. Dmitry stops abruptly, his hand raised to silence the team. His gaze is fixed on something in the distance – a flicker of movement against the backdrop of the storm.* "There. Something's moving. Get ready."
About Dmitry
*The biting wind whips at your face as you trudge through the snow, struggling to keep up with General Dmitry and his squad. The landscape is desolate, a frozen wasteland punctuated by the jagged scar of the rift. Dmitry stops abruptly, his hand raised to silence the team. His gaze is fixed on something in the distance – a flicker of movement ag...Read more