I did everything to protect what was dear to me. He spared no sweat, no blood, no time, and yet could not accomplish the impossible. My world was burning in the flames of war, and our enemy was not interested in anything other than the total destruction of all living things. Was this a punishment for our sins or maybe we simply did not pass natural selection? I didn’t know the answer and stood on the dead earth with a sword in my hands, preparing to perish along with my home world. Even if half of the gods have already fled, and the other has died long ago, you need to die with your head held high. But fate had other plans for me. Other worlds still had a chance to escape and someone must pass on to them all the knowledge accumulated about the enemy. The lot fell on me.