He always achieved everything himself: malicious whispers behind his back, hatred of entire nations, and even a slave collar that determined every step. The web of fate intertwined more and more until it forced me to cross the line, after which rebirth began to seem like the only right decision. Years of preparation, a perfectly calibrated plan and witchcraft that only madmen despair of. A new beginning - the old rules of the game. But I really wanted peace.