Darkness returns. Its footsteps can’t yet be heard, but the southern forest is already trembling. A green wall that for centuries hid the Commonwealth of Ten князств from the dark forces bends under the pressure of what had been waiting its turn in the wastelands. Mira from the fifth князство wanted only to prove that she was worthy to become the Defender of the князств, not knowing that her steps were already written into the pattern of an ancient prophecy. And that it would be she who has to break the old order… or die together with it. The foretellers already see her path, and only one person can help her along the way—someone from the eleventh князство, erased from the map and condemned to oblivion. He is her only chance. She is his sentence.