There are stories the end of which no one knows. There are legends, every word of which is true. There are stars that are not visible from the earth. There is blood that even time cannot wash away. And there are times that cannot be washed away even with blood. Nigel did not know that the consequences of some explosions were more serious than destroyed walls and mangled bodies. And when you shatter other people’s hopes into fragments, you must be ready to pay and accept the choice that you made. They were from different universes. Cyrus is the commander of a besieged fortress, a warrior who follows his principles. And Nigel is an orphan whose life meant nothing to others. They had nothing in common that could bind them. Until there was an explosion. They say that one of the two chairs in the office of the commandant of the fortress is specifically for Death. What if she hands over her cloak? Who will the chair be for then?