It is said this way: already touching the blood of a dying magician bestows great Power on the one who touches it. But Power comes only with a spell, and a spell always has a certain CONDITION. And, dying, the cruel king swore to his heir-son like this: “With every victory won, the Power will grow, but if you lose, you will have to start all over again.” But the king died. And his son grew up, pushed out of power by the powerful barons, unwanted and unknown to anyone. As he grew, so did his Strength, waiting for the hour of his first victory... The hour when the young king would begin to fight with sword and magic for his father’s inheritance. The hour when his enemies will call him by a new name - King Trouble. For everyone who touched his blood will regret that he did not die...