Three century in the past... The king calls the warrior nobility to arms because a people of crude barbarians threatens the borders. “Fear not, king! Our allied armies will wipe out that horde of yokels as if they were crumbs of stale bread!” the clan leaders snorted. Instead, endless years of bloody battles await them. The Lord of the Woods is a brave warrior, devoted to the kingdom and to his beloved, the Mute Princess. He would do anything for her, except betray the king. So, reluctantly, he is ready to leave her alone and set out for the borders of his kingdom. Whoever knows the Lord of the Woods well, however, knows that behind the appearance of a faithful vassal and noble swordsman, he hides a shady and sick character; he knows that he, tormented by mysterious feelings of guilt and by fits of jealousy, has a real obsession for the Mute Princess. On leaving for the front he segregates her in a watchtower in the forest to which only a few faithful servants have access. On guard he leaves ten of the most valiant and devoted of his knights.

But what was supposed to be a lightning battle lasts ten very long years in which the kingdom is marred by poverty and disease. A plague devastates the population. In the Wood everyone perishes: villains, servants, knights. The only one to survive is the Mute Princess, but she is imprisoned in the tower. From above, she watched death spread across the region. Her devoted knights brought her food as long as they could. Then death took them suddenly, dragging even the key that opens the lock of the tower door into oblivion. So the Princess spent weeks in agony, without food or water, knocking on the door and calling for help. Upon returning from the war, the Lord of the Wood finds the region devastated and his beloved dead in that stone coffin he unwittingly prepared for her ten years earlier. Her segregation preserved her from the plague, but ... it killed her anyway. Devoured by guilt and loneliness, the Lord of the Woods hangs himself in the forest. Since then his restless spirit has wandered the region, whose land is polluted with resentment and pain. A death spell hangs over this remote land .

... And now: On the borders of the Khanate, in what was once the heart of a prosperous kingdom and today is a poor region plagued by political instability, wars have been fought between the local lords since time immemorial, good only for those like you who practice the profession of mercenary soldier. You were in the ranks of the regular army when your superior preferred to change sides, selling himself to a bloodthirsty local lord. Fighting alongside cutthroats for the interests of a sinister murderer? Return to an army decimated by hunger and weakened by corruption? That’s enough. You have decided to desert. But it is not easy to be deserters for two armies at the same time, in an unknown land, hunted by your fellow soldiers sold and by those who are not yet. You have to escape as far as possible. But where? You thought that was the right direction ...