This is the world of Einarin. A world ruled by magic. Magic, subject only to a select few - those living far from human worries and hopes. The magic of great masters who learn in the solitude of the mysterious island of Hadrumala the secrets of the elements and the secrets of sea inhabitants. A world in which the present is inextricably linked with the past. Over time, when Einarin was still ruled by the powerful Tormalin Empire. An empire that perished centuries and centuries ago, and with it almost all the knowledge accumulated by people. Is that all? Oh no. Vaguely and dully they say that the secret power of magic remains in ancient artifacts. But no one knew where those artifacts were...