"Magic, rituals, power. Gold, artifacts, passion. There are only psychos and "nice" ladies all around. I'm all in white, and my opponents are louts! I'm free, like a puppet in the wrong hands, Cut the threads and you will know fear! “Air Miracle stood and listened to the croaking in the inner space. — What does the totem hint at there? Personally, everything suits me,” the young necromancer grumbled, looting.