The God who reigns everywhere, the God whose name is not preserved even in legend, created a once perfect race. Grateful to their creator, people were blissful, not knowing wars and labors. The most terrible word - the word "death" - was unfamiliar to them. Only one person preferred the arbitrariness of his own passion and the all-consuming thirst for murder to God's mercy. And then God cast a terrible spell on him. This man's name is Kane. Kane means fear and destruction; Kane - intrigue and war; Kane - magic and ancient cults. In his hands is a sword; in the chest there is a longing for immortality. He doesn't know love; only hatred for God and everything that God created fills him. Kane is an eternal wanderer. Mortal dangers await him at every step; and no one knows whether the spell will fall.