Conceived on the mystical night of Beltane, the Magi prophesied a great destiny for him. But not every prophecy is destined to come true. For even a prophetic word sometimes drowns in blood. You must become truly great in order to walk with a sword in your hand from the Baltic Sea to the Black Sea and nail your shield to the gates of Constantinople. Only then will evil tongues be silenced, only then will the weak in spirit believe that the power of the gods has not yet dried up in Rus'.