More than two hundred years ago, the Old World fell, engulfed in the flames of war. Those who survived refused to slowly die in the wastelands infected with battle magic. They sought to regain what they had lost, to regain their former greatness. And if for this they had to stain their hands with the blood of innocents, so much the worse for them. No one will say a word against it, because the victims come from another world. Only one of these lambs to the slaughter may have his own point of view on this matter. Incredible luck or a cruel joke of fate gives him a scanty chance of salvation. A chance to prolong the agony. A chance to return. But will he be able to take advantage of it, or will the land of broken dreams take its toll?

Author's Notes: This book is an experiment. I haven’t done stories about people who get caught before and I haven’t written in the first person. To be honest, I liked it a lot. I sincerely hope that readers will experience similar feelings.