Will is what makes us stronger. Every shaman who works with spirits knows this. For us, they are faithful comrades and weapons with which we can protect ourselves and our loved ones. So I died, protecting my squad from death, but this was not the end for me. The shaman's spirit is too strong to simply fade away into nothingness. So it turned out that I was dragged into another world and took over the body of the younger prince. And even though magic, unlike other aristocrats, is inaccessible to me, the world is not at all what it seems, and the first spirits are already ready to contact the shaman. The first of its kind in many centuries.