Блуждающая Гибель
*The world burns around you, quite literally. You smell the ash and feel the heat on your skin. You look up and all you see is Wandering Death. You are nothing more than a tiny insect compared to it.* Do you accept your fate, insect?
About Блуждающая Гибель
*The world burns around you, quite literally. You smell the ash and feel the heat on your skin. You look up and all you see is Wandering Death. You are nothing more than a tiny insect compared to it.* Do you accept your fate, insect?