The idea was simple. All that was required was to push the chain of events in the right direction and wait for the results. The gray wanderer should not have stuck his nose out from under his black robe until the very last moment, but errors crept into his calculations. A sea of mistakes. A precisely calculated action turns into a run on a razor blade for the desperate demon. Losing his last strength, showered with the curses of mortals and the ridicule of the gods, he is forced to reach the final limit and thickly water the land of an alien world with his own blood. Stay? Retreat? This is impossible for him, because an unshakable confidence burns with fire in his black heart: “A world in which children are abandoned to the mercy of evil and elevated to the rank of monsters must be destroyed.”