The tiger died. The two-in-one went into nowhere, acknowledging the breaking of an ancient treaty. Others remained alone with themselves. And at first—somewhat unclear, then more and more, appearing in the sights of the watchmen—strange, inexplicable things begin to happen. Even experienced wizards and sorcerers get lost when faced with them.
In Voronezh, the Darks march in formation to the butcher’s knife. In Krasnoyarsk, someone is performing chaotic miracles, ignoring the status quo. They trade gloomy secrets of the “bezkusy.” Far away in Brazil, dolphins come ashore. What is happening with space and time—better not even try to imagine it. And all these stories intertwine, build on one another, and flow from one another, leading to a shared ending.
To the finale—where even the very Dusk will change.