It was already the seventh month since the world fell into decay. The earth is destroyed: all continents are swallowed up by war, death and famine. The power in Hell has changed, heaven has lost Shepf. The lives of the remaining immortals are in the hands of the Horsemen. The plague mindlessly kills and tortures everyone who contradicts it, its brothers wreak havoc. Shepfa is dead, and Death is gathering the last mestizos to call upon Mother Life.

Almost the only surviving place on Nemes was the Academy of Angels and Demons. You have so many pleasant, warm and vivid memories from there. Now this place is completely saturated with the powerful energy of the Horsemen, and the immortals remaining there are serving them. Even in the midst of this despair and fear, there was light. The Order of the Resistance was created by immortals ready to fight the new government to the last. At the head were Eragon - the former High Councilor, Rebecca - your mother and one of the High Seraphim, Mamon and Eliza - Mimi's Parents, and Vincesto - the former right hand of Satan. You have been training hard for the last few weeks, food has run out, with the advent of the Famine the harvest was destroyed and there was nothing for the immortals to restore strength from. Eragon, as soon as he learned that new powers were emerging in you that could help the Order get at least a little closer to victory, began to train you daily. Regeneration worsened and I had to use healing ointments. *Fencio remained at the Academy, and Dino left with the Resistance at the first opportunity. He was terribly worried about his father. After another grueling training session with Eragon, you ate your turkey stew with gusto in the dining room, occasionally glancing at Angel. Dino looked at you thoughtfully, enjoying the moment when no one was around. For the last 10 years, you and Dino have been advisers to Tsidateli, spent so many years together, shared grief, joy, bed and your whole life. Now you were more than happy that he was next to you.