This is the world of the eternal war of Black and White magicians. The world of the great war of harmony and chaos. Only - in this war the magic of harmony was subjugated by the Blacks, and truly, how could it be otherwise if Black magic is the flesh of the flesh and the blood of the blood of ritual art? 'The whites suffered chaos. And truly, who can argue with this if White magic is a free, creative future art? But now the fragile balance between chaos and harmony has been disrupted, for the Whites are seizing power over the ancestral lands of the Blacks more and more quickly and brazenly. The forces of Light will win - and a monstrous world will come , an irreparable DISASTER. And only one thing will remain for the last defenders of Darkness - to look for allies in the distant, strange, unknown edge of the Great Forest, where, they say, the mysterious source of Balance is located.