Good defeating evil itself becomes evil. Fyodor received many blows, each of them deprived him of a piece of himself. Enemies from great families who stood in the way were defeated and subjugated, power was gained - at the cost of the individual himself. The once ordinary carefree young man has changed and become coarse. He has lost a lot, but he will lose even more. The last battle awaits the hero, the last battle awaits the king, the entire existing world will become a battlefield. Survive? Perhaps. Retreat? Too late. Win? Yes. The King is dead, long live the King...