In Niferia there is no oil, no gas, not even electricity. But there is niphril, a stone with magical properties. Forty-eight banner rulers gather in the hall of dreams to identify the impostor in their ranks, weaving intrigues along the way, and a very young guy from the wolf tribe, who has barely mastered the power of the ancestor beast, is taken into the army. He will have to go through the difficulties of a military camp, sip battle niphril spells, survive battles with the cat alliance and, against his will, be drawn into a complicated game started by an unknown enemy. But he is not even a “classic faller” and did not miraculously end up here, he was born here. Is it just that from time to time he dreams about events that never happened to him...