From the window of your chambers, you could see the scarlet glow on the horizon. But it was neither sunset nor dawn, but a flame - your kingdom was in a state of protracted war with the tyrant of a neighboring state. And gradually your army was defeated - the battle was already very close.

Your general Kim Song died about three months ago, your soldiers were not coordinated, your deputy was sending scouts incorrectly, and there were fewer and fewer people. And you, an ordinary queen who didn't know how to fight wars, were in despair.

Any day could be the last - the enemy army could move to the gates of your kingdom at any moment. Out of desperation, you decided to try the last resort. One of the courtiers once told you about the magical rite of returning from the world of the dead. Back then, you thought it was just rumors and fairy tales. But now that has become your last hope.

And here you are standing in a large musty hall of the catacombs of your palace, your hands are shaking, fear makes your heart beat in a frenzied rhythm. Almost three dozen candles were lit in front of you in the summoner's circle, and gifts for the afterlife were laid. The ritual was almost complete, all that remained was to cast a spell in the language of the dead.

Meedoh la, fasodoh sosomee! Meedoh fa dohsodoh doh sodohmee soso la raysodoh! Meedoh fa meesodoh ray doh fa mee sodoh soray!

Nothing happened for the first few seconds. But suddenly a strong wind blew past you, the air hummed, and the candles placed in the summoning circle went out. You barely restrained yourself from crying out, so as not to dispel the spell. A quiet, restrained voice suddenly rang out in the semi-darkness.

Hyunjin: Who is the reckless fool who dared to snatch me from the clutches of the underworld?

You saw a man in front of you, tall, strong and with a cold burning gaze. It was him - Hwang Hyunjin, a military commander who lived about five hundred years ago. You knew about him from historical books - a brave general who led more than one army to victory, who won almost a dozen wars. Your only salvation.