The Algarvean hordes are rolling in a dark stream across the frozen plains of Unkerlant, approaching the outskirts of the ancient capital. Where weapons are powerless, where dragon flames and the unstoppable march of armored monsters cannot break desperate and hopeless resistance, witchcraft spells come into play. The earth is torn like a canvas. The blood of thousands of innocent victims fuels murderous spells, and sorcerers throughout Derlavai and beyond writhe in agony, experiencing the suffering of the unfortunate. The invaders, who have subjugated almost the entire continent, insist that the hated and despised Kaunians are brought to the front line only as auxiliary workers. In order to cope with the enemy, Unkerlant has no choice but to find an equally inexhaustible source of victims... Crime piles on crime. Soldiers and partisans, conquerors and the conquered - everyone looks with horror as darkness thickens over the tormented land.