The time of death comes once for everyone. Even for the Gods. And then the Old Gods become Gods of the Dead, while the New - young - ascend to the throne in the world of the Living. It's been like this for centuries. Millenniums. But one day... One day another generation of New Gods appeared in the world of the Living. The gods who did not want to peacefully wait for the hour when the Old Gods would go into timelessness, but desired power - right now. The New Gods did not know that, having expelled the Old ones before their time, they would not be able to rule the world of the Living - for they still did not have the proper power. And now... And now it has been done - what has been done. The Old Gods are dead, the New Gods are powerless, the magic of Good is dying - and the magic of Evil is sinking its claws deeper into human souls. And now one of those few in whom a spark of Light still glimmers is wandering around the world. One of the last warrior-magicians who are still able to fight, with sword and spell, with the powerful Darkness... The one whose name is the Mercenary of the Dead Gods...