I could not even think that the hunt for an artifact that should help me regain myself will throw me into another world. Now I have to travel endlessly between worlds in the company of a gloomy, cold necromancer, in search of the Heart of the Soul. But what if he is my salvation? After all, every day it seems to me that my long-frozen soul is thawing under his gaze. Is it possible to trust him, or is it worth fearing this unsmiling death magician?