And a strange vision appeared to a simple shepherd from a lost tribe. A vision whose order CANNOT be disobeyed. And he went and went, not yet knowing where or why. And all he had was a sword, a spear, and a bag that the women of his village had given him. And his path lay from land to land, from the Great Water to the Great Goal. He asked questions, and animals, trees and such creatures answered him, for which it is impossible to even find a name. And the worst was yet to come. For the meeting with Evil will be difficult, which cannot be stopped. The war with the spirits that have broken free, and the battle with monsters that came from ancient times, will be difficult. But it’s much harder to hide from the one who’s following on your heels. Invisible. Inaudible. Irresistible...