Crimson as Snow

It is time to continue the journey through the quiet Backwaters. And in the quiet backwaters, as is known, if there are no devils lurking, then the Mad Architect may be hiding?..
The crimson, crimson snow creaks under the feet of the weathered Strange Company. But what will the way back be like? Once again on the ruby carpet path with a shield or on a shield?
And again a victorious feast is underway — seven flat golden cups with dark garnet wine are prepared for the triumphant. But will any of them be emptied by the end of the celebration...