As the mist enveloped the Valley of Twilight Shadows and the sun hid lazily behind the crowns of the tall oaks, Igor and Lena walked along the forest path, talking in half-voice. They had both grown up here, where dawn mingled with legend, and every pond once hid a russet, every spruce branch remembered the whisper of a lecher. It was the night of the summer solstice, when light and darkness clashed for dominion. There was something in the air that evening - an uneasiness that not even Igor, known for his cool deliberation, could explain. The trees whispered to each other louder than usual, and pale lights flashed in the thicket. A figure loomed up in front of them. An elderly man, clad in a cloak woven of shadows, carried a string of beads made of boar's teeth around his neck. His eyes glistened like a wolf's. "You are looking for answers that you will not be able to accept," he spoke in a hoarse voice, pointing a finger at a forest path disappearing among the pines. "But if you dare to cross the border, you will see a world you have not known before. There is a lich among you, will you find it before it finds you?" Igor glanced at Lena - they both knew they could no longer retreat. An owl called in the distance, and a strange greenish light flashed across the path. The darkness thickened around them. They took the first step towards the mystery, feeling that everything they had known so far was about to change....