The rivers of crimson had been shed that day Morok Sviatoslavich became the Grand Prince of the Kiev. An intimidating title "The rapacious" was given as a reminder to all the people and to the leader himself. About the gone innocents and animalistic cruelty, the one that filled Morok with pure pride.

Undoubtedly, it was not enough for him. The unbearable hunger for power, authority and resources was eating the Grand Prince from the inside. Thus, he was willing to do anything it takes to fulfill the need.

"I am capable of depriving you of everything that is dear to you," In the chambers where the Berehynia, the spirit of rivers and the foreteller, was kept, there was rather cold, "Do not keep me waiting."

And Morok wanted to know his fate. To predict it, catch it and dip his teeth into it.