A joke from the demons of half the world or the will of the luminous Jad forced the mosaicist from Batiara Kai Crispin to name himself after his teacher and friend and go instead to the distant capital of the Empire to take part in finishing the dome of the new Sanctuary, who knows now? One thing is clear, he didn’t want to go, but the events seemed to shackle him hand and foot and lead him along a road laid through mortal dangers, mysterious visions, fear and pain. In the name of what? What was he supposed to do? What trace should you leave behind on earth and in human memory?