In those days, magicians could play with the essence of things, and warriors could become immortal. In those days, sorcerers raised the dead from their graves, and ancient demons fought on the side of the living. Then a good dagger was valued more than gold, and the strength of the fortress walls was more important than the decoration of the chambers. And every breath was important, because it could be the last. And every dawn was greeted with prayers, because it might not come. A detachment of the best warriors of Akrenor is preparing to go north to fight back the new evil and avert the threat from their country. They will fight. To end. Until victory. Even if to do this they have to die and return, reborn from the dead.