It’s good to become a magician once you find yourself in another world. Here you have power, authority, a bunch of pianos scattered in the bushes, and loyal friends who will cover your back in case of need, usually included in the package. Live for yourself and be happy, bending the world with your left heel, simultaneously conquering the next beauty. It’s just that this world is somehow wrong. Magic here is weak and clumsy, pianos have not yet been invented, and the magicians themselves occupy a place in the local society somewhere between serfs and powerless slaves. And all around is death, betrayal and a strange prophecy around which the powers that be are playing their games. And you are just a pawn in this game. A pawn to which everything is sacrificed.