The Ancient City, which has existed for tens of thousands of years, obeys only its invisible ruler. It is calm and static, its time has long stopped, even death itself has no power over the inhabitants of this place. The city does not want to change, but lately its streets have become too restless and noisy. Gods of various powers began to fuss, demons came to visit, as if looking for something. The greatest of the prophets, who had previously preferred not to interfere in what was happening, began to act. This forced the Players to move, trying to maintain parity of power and find out the reasons for what was happening. The tournament was about to begin, and the prize was too valuable to miss even the smallest details that could possibly influence what was happening. Only the Guest was calm. He came to the City on his own business and did not want to stay here. He didn't care about gods, demons, Players or the tournament. He didn't want to live here, he was just looking for healing. The guest will leave as he came. Same as always.