About the book: year / The civil war in the east of Amestris lasts for seven long years. While blood is shed on the parched land, someone draws on maps routes along which people, like pawns, go to certain death, someone comes into ecstasy from the killings and the roar of cannonade, and someone decides to leave the race. All of them are forced to bear the burden of duty, they have already sworn allegiance to the Spirit of War grinning from the dark abyss. To the one who enters dreams and over and over again drives the crowd to death with reflections of sunlight on bayonets.