One year passed. A man from our time survived in the 2nd century, turning from Nezhdan into Beromir—a local soothsayer among the Slavs of Sozhozhye.
But easier it didn’t become.
The situation grew even more tense.
And for Beromir, the problem grows sharper: he must as quickly as possible gather into one fist at least several clans. Just to survive—and to stand firm against the steppe threat.