Instead of a hospital ward - a new, unknown world, instead of a mutilated body - a young, trained organism, instead of routine and boredom - incredible adventures and magic. It would seem, what more could you want? But the magic here is mostly some kind of black, in the scorched wastelands Darkness oozes through the Edge of the Abyss, and the guy whose body I fell into was supposed to die in a few minutes. And an obsessed bastard is hunting me, wanting to use pincers to snatch out a secret that I don’t know, and I don’t even understand what’s going on here. Against this background, wanderings through the Lost Lands, strange dreams and the company of the arrogant heir to the Flame Throne somehow no longer seem like problems.