Полдень Грифона

The kingdom has fallen, long live the new king. The coven is divided, a new sisterhood will arrive. The age-old curse of the ancient witch has been destroyed, but what if it was just a part of the true horror? An ancient cradle has opened, and nothing holds back the hordes of beasts from their endless hunt. In Northfroze, the northern armies are preparing a plan to invade Great Grinforth, while the escaped Dedicated and the youngest son of the king are plotting revenge. The mocking demons send new trials, and even the guardian spirits are powerless to stop them. Dark times are approaching... How to save an entire Miir from destruction if someone can easily crush the whole universe in their palm?