Thirteen years have passed since the last events in the first book. Miroslav grew up and became an assistant to his mother and father. Nothing else has changed significantly in the life of the islanders. Still the same world of the Hive, from which bloodthirsty creatures, moors and other evil spirits have not disappeared. Regular reboots of clusters with inevitable panic, blood and death. Trips to maraud and extract sporans have become a daily routine for the islanders. I am glad that, having matured and matured, the main characters did not harden in soul and did not lose faith in friendship, people and humanity. Everything would be fine, but the past is in no hurry to let them go, throwing up new secrets...