On the spiral of time

Time.

It flows, as poets and philosophers like to remind us. In the winter, we prevented the escape of phantoms, safely sealed behind the walls of a secluded cottage in the Šumava mountains. It was by chance that we were the right people in the right place at the right time. But you already know that.

However, as it turned out some time later, someone did escape. The worst one. The magical guardian of that place therefore called for help once more.

And this time, it was no longer a coincidence.

Find the hermit from the old legend. Warn about the most dangerous escapee. What initially seemed like solving a more than one-hundred-year-old, and therefore theoretical, riddle, spiced up with a trip to the seaside, turned into a dangerous adventure.

Because time flows.