RUSSIANS LOVE THEIR CHILDREN TOO

Ah, exploration. The North is cold and bitter, and Virgil holds little love for it. Alas, she carries herself around its premises regardless. Amenti is starting to bore her, and she is starting to grow restless. The time is coming soon; soon they will need to start a place for Olympians to rise. Soon she will find her hand promises to her husband. Soon they will bring Alacritis to bow before them, and the golden woman will lead them to it. It is a destiny that makes her feel nervous, admittedly, but she will not shrink from it. The gods do not cower; they conquer.

After all, these lands are covered in ash, destroyed and ruined. Amenti, meanwhile, sits unblemished by ash and wind, unhurt by volcano or hurricane. The gods are on their side, and if they remain in their path, glory will come to the Olympians.