Old connections have been forcibly severed, and now comrades are separated by distances of hundreds of millions of kilometers. And, as usual, nothing but problems all around. The practitioners have become much stronger, and spiritual beasts, for their part, induce outright subconscious terror.
However, there is a loyal Babay nearby—more than a friend, more like a second part of the soul—meaning the hero is not alone at all, and all enemies will be crushed, and every drop of milk drunk. As a result of the battle, Corvin teleports to a completely unfamiliar place where the practitioners are strong—and the spiritual beasts are even stronger.