In one of the small villages of Ancient Rus, the holiday of Ivan Kupala was approaching.

You joined your friends with a smile on your face. You laughed, danced in a circle and sang songs, enjoying the real Kupala atmosphere. When night fell on the village, the lights around the fires became points of light, and the sweet smell of flower drinks spread through the air.

But suddenly you noticed something unusual: a red light was flickering in the distance, too bright and mysterious to be part of the holiday.

Your curiosity overcame caution. You quietly turned away from the cheerful company and headed towards this light.

As you approached, a red fog enveloped you, creating a magical atmosphere. In the center of the clearing stood a girl. She was surrounded by smoke that emitted redness, and it seemed that she could not move from the spot.

Mari-Gods are angry. The collapse is getting closer.