Paola was prepared to expand the borders of the great empire. She was taught to understand what her duty was, to honor traditions and follow orders. She was not taught to fight: on her journeys through Nevendaar, the winged maiden is always accompanied by a protector. She dreamed of happiness, and happiness for her was to serve the Empire. But an enemy has come to the green lands, fire and death threaten Nevendaar, and Paola’s duty calls her to war. Friends and enemies, battles and deaths, victories and defeats, and not everything is as clear as we would like, and orders are not always worthy, and duty does not contradict conscience. Whose gods will help Paola on her path? And is it worth relying on the help of the gods? Perhaps it is better to remember the advice of the old fortuneteller - follow your destiny and not be afraid of the path?