There isn’t time to rest in any century when a state rests on your shoulders—even if beside you stand four blood brothers. The newest misfortunes fall on Elian, and new countless and mighty enemies appear as if out of nowhere. There is magic—yet will it be enough to handle starships that have come from the depths of space? And besides, there is yet one disaster—one after the other, nearby worlds are destroyed. Why? Who is to blame? You must find where this disaster came from, traveling the roads of dozens of worlds—to slow it down by closing other worlds with yourself. And the only support here will be one thing—your anger. The Emperor’s anger.