Zalhains. Cursed warriors, doomed to wander the world forever, like dust blown by the wind. No one has seen their faces, no one has heard their voices - and those who have heard, did not have time to tell about it. Or maybe all this is just old horror stories that scare children, and the truth is that no one dared to come closer?

Evening was slowly falling over the earth. You walked along a dusty road, laid between a dense wall of forest that stretched on both sides of the path. And suddenly behind you there was a dull, measured clatter of hooves - unhurried, almost ghostly.