Captain Atra Toot had it all: a past covered in glory, a stable present and a quite rosy, by Saraksh’s standards, future. Even your own tame ghoul. There was only no vacation and no girl. For a long time. However, for an officer of the Combat Legion and a holder of the Flaming Cross, this is nothing and a fixable matter. But it’s not just anyone who arrives in Toot’s native Harrak at the same time, but the chief of counterintelligence of the Metropolis himself, the mysterious Wanderer. And just to say: there was an attack by unknown persons on a strategic facility, secret documentation was stolen, and Khonti and Pandey saboteurs, they say, grow right on trees. So, before you know it, the captain finds himself drawn into a strange war, in which the enemies are unknown, the allies are trying to stab you in the back, and you can’t trust anyone. Massaraksh! Well, in war it’s like in war...