The gods do not interfere directly in the affairs of mortals, but each mortal is the earthly embodiment of great powers. Each of them individually is small and weak, but each is capable of making a choice. Tiny drops merge into a stream that forms entire eras on the visible face of the world. This is what the ancestors of the Remei and elves said. But does the acquisition of great power always give victory? Does victory over the enemy always give the desired result? Legends speak only of a choice that has already been made once. And when the legends of antiquity suddenly become embodied, will there be a place for them on earth? Where will the flow eventually turn? Even the Gods, perhaps, cannot predict this...