...And a new queen came into the world, and rivers of blood were shed, and troops went into battle not to fight, but to die, but the lords of the rocks, the long-time rulers, were still defeated. And new days have come, days of calm.

For how long?

For something terrible sleeps in the depths of the forest, the ominous King of Thorns, and legends say that, when awakened, he will tear apart the sky itself. And his companions will be thorns, rot and decay - and manticores and terrible griffins. The trees, the earth itself, already feel the end approaching.

And this time there is no hero who can save the world. There is no magic sword that would defeat evil, since there is no evil as such. There are only pawns moving on a huge board. And acting by chance. And the dying. Although the outcome of most battles is decided by the most insignificant figures.