He is valued by his friends and respected by his enemies. He controls half the territories on this side of the Kerse Ridge. He is rightly called the Prince of the North. The owner of the Fox Fortress calmly goes about his family affairs, and then it turns out that another misfortune hangs over the northern lands, “like grapes of wine.” And any mention of grapes, especially from the lips of the Sibyl, makes the Fox nervous, since he has extremely unpleasant memories associated with the lord of the sweet grapes, Mavrix. However, there is no need to be picky. The new enemies, the cities, are driven by the will of their own cold and furious gods, reshaping in their own way not only human destinies, but also the very nature of the conquered lands. The Elabonian pantheon reminds Jerin of a sleepy kingdom...