The truth can be worse than wormwood, but there is no other. If a sorcerer has the misfortune to be a puppet in someone else's hands, it doesn't matter much whether he is led for good or evil. The master does not care about the desires of the toy. Seeking support in his turmoil, Nezhdan jumps from edge to edge. Where will he find a true shoulder? With Lyubava, dear to his heart, or with newly found brothers and sisters, bound by the same blood, by the same Rite? Through the confusion of visions, the traps of villains, and unknown schemes, the sorcerer pushes through, but the terrible whisper inside grows louder, more enticing. Nezhdan clenched his teeth, not responding to the call… But no. He turned around. The road – this is the sorcerer's destiny.
