They are called gravediggers. They are hated and feared, refusing to be considered human, but they do not crave human society. Solitary, possessing cursed gloves made of black leather, not affected by magic, the gravediggers explore ruins full of battle magic and hostile creatures - the legacy of a war that died down decades ago, which almost destroyed all of humanity. Velion. Black gravedigger. The best in the business. It's been thirteen years since he found his black gloves in the teacher's chest and escaped from the school of assassins. He travels across the country from burial ground to burial ground, discovering one secret of the war after another, but does not yet understand that he is just a cog in a mechanism that began to rotate long before his birth... The novel is completed. Happy reading!