This is a different Russia—and a totally different nineteenth century.
A parallel, and perhaps alternative, world where the Rurikids rule not according to hereditary “ladder law,” but solely because they possess the power capable of awakening nature’s might and protecting people from the creations of the Fringe— the world of monstrous chaos creatures that break onto Earth to quench their thirst for blood. And there are also seers and sorcerers here, locked in thousands of years of conflict, fighting for sources of Power; there are undead hunters and chaos creations as well. Our contemporary, our compatriot, is summoned to this world by the gods to carry out their will—but the colonel, veteran of countless wars, won’t be a toy in their hands, and he’ll play his own part.
1850. Not all the cities have been rebuilt after Napoleon’s invasion, which came at the head of a five-hundred-thousand-strong army; the echo of Cossack horsemen’s hooves on the cobblestones of Paris has not yet died away. Yet new armies are already being gathered, and dark, cunning sorcerers are being hired to forge a strike force from the creatures of the Fringe and seize new sources of Power on Russian soil.