Countless hordes of wights are advancing on the lands of the Grand Duke of Stargorod. Led into battle by powerful sorcerers. Villages and villages are consumed by a terrible incurable disease. Killing entire families in a matter of days. The dead army is about to lay siege to the walls of the trading city. Bandits are rampant on the roads and along river banks. Not giving the common people peace. The priests of the new god all predict the imminent death of all living things. While the primordial gods Khors and Svarog are silent. It was as if they had completely abandoned their sons. During a fierce downpour and thunderstorms, two twin brothers find a beaten young man near a trade route. With his head beaten into unconsciousness and a terrible scar on his chest. Who is he and where is he from? The foundling does not know. And only the old sorcerer guesses about the guy’s true purpose.