Jeana's heart was breaking with grief. Two great warriors, two people she loved, by the will of evil gods and even more evil people, fought in a cruel duel. Behind them remained their common victory in the gorge full of gold, and that crazy night of the carnival when the harsh warriors of the desert came for their lives. They then stood shoulder to shoulder and won. What about ahead? Ahead could only be the death of one of them and the death of the world that gave them friendship and filled their days with light. And over the planet Jehana, two moons rose again, which were worshiped by her people - a people of wanderers, outcasts and sages. But there were other peoples too. Their hordes fell like a bloody avalanche on the walls of the cities of Al-Rassan...