The Cold Borderland welcomed them unfriendly. Instead of bread and salt—ancient creatures bringing evil and death to all living things. With such a “service,” there’s no time to get bored. Besides, there are many questions—answers to which Felix can’t find.
Information comes from different sources, but all of it is in fragments, so hard to piece into a full picture.
Why did the rift in the Great Ridges suddenly become active? Other sources of magical energy all across Rus’ also seemed to have come alive. Felix felt it: this can’t be for good. It can’t all happen at the same time for no reason. The mage had other problems too—mysterious artifacts from old legends, the Phantom Fury, and the demoness Alaisi with their vague hints; a baby gryphon, constantly needing to be fed. What will this “pet” turn into?
Around Felix, the ring of intrigues tightened. Who and when had he crossed? To deserve so much attention? It’s easier to list those he hadn’t crossed. The Cold Borderland is weaving its own nets for the mage, preparing a new danger—one Felix has never faced in his life.
Looks like it’s destined for him to become the Berserker of Zakhrebyetya!