What to do if you again failed to cope with the ineradicable desire to do good and healed the enemy? That's right - grumble at yourself and at him. And then, of course, get to work solving the problem. A serious problem, because the man turned out to be a necromancer - a representative of a long-vanished ancient race. He is dangerous. He is not just an enemy - he is poison for people like me. But I can't fight the urge to believe him. Because he wants the same thing that I wanted all my adult life. And our races, it turns out, are connected by an incredible ancient secret that can shake the entire Universe.