If you are an elf, an archmage, and you are already 5000 years old, then all you need from life is a lonely tower, with a fireplace, where it is so convenient to drink wine... No! The competition among magicians is such that, sitting comfortably by the fireplace, you won’t even notice how you will lose wine, a fireplace, a tower and life itself. Especially if you are an elf, an archmage and you are already 5 thousand years old. And the best remedy for any infection (including those infections for which it seems that you have healed somewhat in the world) is prevention. So eight of them set off into the big world representatives of a new race that are ideal killers of magicians. The bodies were created by the archmage, and he stole the souls from a distant world. I think it's called... yes, Earth.