Dank wind. And stormy waves. The sea was restless. As always at this time of year. In this inhospitable region you will not find warmth even in summer, let alone at the very beginning of winter. The northern seaside did not forgive mistakes and did not spare anyone. The whole life of the Varangians was built on an eternal battle with the harsh nature of the An Sgar Islands, the permafrost of the northern wastelands... and with each other. This was their way of life. Their life and way of life. The young leader Thror did not know that the new campaign would turn into the most bitter loss for him in his short life. He will have to make decisions on which the fate of not only his own clan, but also the whole world will depend...