What does it feel like to find out that your world is not the only one? That there are hundreds of them, and you can not only move between them, but also create your own? That you can subjugate people in them and even resurrect the dead? What is it like to find out that you are being hunted? That you are the most important tool, and the future depends only on you? Entire worlds are born and die around you, and you need to decide as quickly as possible which side to take. Yukon is a trump card, and the balance depends on it.