The so-called savages of Westworld are rebelling. They start a bloody struggle for their forgotten and repressed rights. Pyrrus and Kerk end up in the middle of the conflict and are given an almost impossible task to mediate. How to stop a fierce war of extinction, where there can be only one winner? If the two space adventurers don't succeed in their attempts at peace, the foremost and oldest colony of the Andromeda Galaxy will perish. How to deal with irreconcilable attitudes and prejudices, which have intensified over a long period of time? Can it get better?This time, the adventurers are also fighting against the forces of the weather. Surprising snowstorms in the home areas of the savages are taking their toll.The seventh book about the space adventurers Pyrrus and Kerk, whose motto is "It will get better". "The savage couldn't help but smile. Everything would collapse. A stampeding herd in full panic left nothing behind. It flattened everything to the ground. The inhabitants who presumably survived the attack would be driven out into the river. They would drown like the wild beasts they were.There was no forgiveness.Just a deep hatred that exceeded all reason.""He fumbled on. This time he didn't care about the wet parts he encountered. Suddenly he waded into waist-high water. Had he passed this before? Yes, on the way into the tunnel, he told himself. But he wasn't entirely sure.He fumbled his way further into the tunnel. This time he didn't care about the wet parts he encountered. He found the narrow passage and turned around, fumbling further in the other direction. He was convinced that he would die. Still, he went forward with staggering steps. His thoughts wandered again. The bats will eat you. What kind of nonsense is that? The bats can't eat you. Not these kinds of bats.No, but the beetles will.He was most afraid of the beetles.The crawling scavengers."
