Two eras, two worlds clashed in the ever-restless soul of Zaknafein. Once upon a time, this inner storm was aggravated by the humiliated, subordinate position of men in the matriarchal society of the dark elves. And only the glory of one of the greatest warriors and his friendship with the leader of a gang of mercenaries, Jarlaxle, did not allow him to lose himself in this storm. The weapon master met his death hour calmly, knowing what a valuable legacy he was leaving behind: his son Drizzt. But... to some, Zaknafein's death seemed premature. And now, hundreds of years later, he returned to the world - and did not recognize it. His son is not surrounded by the proud and narrow-minded drow men familiar to the warrior in his past life. Now Drizzt is making friends with dwarves and elves, and worse: his wife is a human. It’s hard for Zaknafein to find his way in this new, transformed world, but suddenly he discovers that something unchanged remains in him: everything is the same as before, they threaten there are demons in the world, and the Supreme Mother is still weaving intrigues, dissatisfied with the position of her House in the drow hierarchy. Even a warrior abandoned at another time remains a warrior. And no matter how many of his own prejudices Zaknafein must overcome, he knows that it is his duty to stand shoulder to shoulder with Drizzt in the path of the dark tide that threatens to overwhelm the Realms; knows - and will fulfill it to the end.