Something is ending. It is felt in the air and in the water, in the rustling of grasses and in the roar of winds, in the blood of sunsets and in the dazzling splendours of the northern lights on the toothed points of the top of the majestic black tower. Places where an ash-haired girl on a raven mare leads a difficult way - on the inn filled with blood of friends... on the sand of the arena filled with blood of fighters... on the ice of the enemies of Lake Tarn Mira. It is not that you are suffering. It's about how you tolerate them . And in the name of what. Only those who have attained this truth can enter into the Tor Zireael .. Tower of Swallows .