Countless enemies, betrayal of friends, and even death could not stop Vlad on the path to destroying the shackles. He elevated the pitiful mortal body, learned to distort the fabric of space-time. Probability itself retreated before the progenitor of worms, unable to throw up any worthwhile threats. However, she still had some trump cards: the Cosmic Gods and their powerful minions who populated tens of millions of galaxies. They all crave the favor of their overlords, and the destruction of the worms that Vlad leads. Sooner or later, a full-scale war was destined to break out. And here she is, on the threshold...