Three hundred years ago, the Black Forest rose on the borders of the Seven Principalities, surrounding them with impenetrable wilds. Since then, not a single living soul has been able to pass them and live to tell about it. Well, the dead... the dead keep their secrets. The old people say that in the time of their grandfathers, the dead remained in their graves, witches did not leave the deep thickets, and other creatures of darkness were not seen at all in those days. But now it’s hard to believe in it. Every day the witch hunters light new fires. Some panic and burn innocent people. Others really try to protect people. This is a story that even in a world inhabited by the undead and monsters, the main monster remains Man. This is a story that even in a world of despair there is a place for hope, as long as there are those who are ready to bear her light.