A cold wind lashes in the face, and snow falls from dark skies. Tired horses can barely move their legs; people can hardly stay in the saddle—everywhere danger. But the detachment of Count Roikho, the Imperial sorcerers, and the duke Ku'eho-Kaveir’s druzhina march through the empty wastelands. They all know about the horde of ruthless nomads approaching from the north, and they strike first. They don’t want war—but you can’t do without it. If you want to survive yourself and keep safe the people dear to you, act and don’t stop. Forward, Count Urkhvart Roikho! Raise the warriors and the mages, prepare the artifacts, and advance! Hit the enemy as they near the ancestral lands, win—and the mercy of the Almighty goddess Ulla Rakoyna will be with you…