Don't Mess with Dubrovsky!

Fate is a strange thing. Just yesterday you were crushing armies of the dead in the glory of the World Tree, and today you are locked in a feeble body without a drop of mana. The race is extinct, and the debts are so numerous that you want to die again. But I am a druid of the Great Forest and not used to retreating. Only the heat of the abyss can stop me. And judging by everything, I am already in hell. Otherwise, why would my clothes be smoldering, and the flames creeping toward my body? Well, I'm used to surviving where others will die. And somewhere in the shadows waits an assassin, ready to strike at any moment. Old enemies are also not asleep, sharpening their teeth with a file, preparing to bite off a bigger piece of Dubrovsky's empire. Yes, it's a tough time, but will that stop Dubrovsky? As always, everything is the same. I am Dubrovsky, and that means we will break through! I just need to figure out where to rush and how not to get caught...