There is no tiktok, insta and other attributes of the modern world. And there is no hit either. Because this is the world of the blackest fantasy, and Maksimk's fellow would not have stupidly survived in it. But the chosen warrior Caldur survived. On the endless night of the Sixth Battle, he fought for the entire human race, but lost and lost all his strength. Gloom slowly eats into his native land, clings more and more tightly to it with bony fingers, and he wants to at least live his life a little away from duty and carnage, not wanting to believe that soon everything will come to an end. And he does not yet know that evil is already following him and is going to finish his work.