Who are you, Sir Alistair Amberhart? The young man who, in less than five years, has achieved such a rapid career rise to the very heights of the world's elite? An immature fool who lost all his position and his family's enterprises? A traitor to his overlord, caste... people? Or someone else? For example, a puppet in the hands of an old dead magician, with unyielding determination achieving a goal set three thousand years ago? Maybe you are a soulless monster who kills at a glance and does not look back at the mountains of corpses? Or a loving family man, who is faithfully awaited at home by his wife, the mother of his children? You are difficult to characterize, young sir. It is difficult to find that line that would make you stand out more than others. But if it were up to me... you would be called the baton of the apocalypse. And you have a job now.