Death here, on the slope of the ravine, where he fell without killing his last enemy, was meaningless. Transparent souls of ancestors and those who are now dying there in the city, shining with golden rays of dawn, will silently look at him with reproach when he crosses the border of existence... The living will not accept him, the dead will not accept him either... No, let him not be worthy live, but he cannot accept such a death! Climb back, there, to the edge, there to die at the hands of the enemy and, dying, take at least one more... One more... Everyone chooses what he should live for and what he should die for. Is it possible to decide for someone else? They collided on the edge of a ravine: a human woman and an inhuman naart, colliding like mortal enemies. They have a difficult road ahead to the mountains and not much time to make a choice and accept their fate.