“In the patrimony of alien warlike magicians who call themselves Crips, nothing was done humanely. And people haven’t been here for a long time. Once upon a time, green giants, as other races called Crips, kidnapped earthly women and tried to continue their race in this way. As it turned out later, the creepy girls suffered from infertility after an environmental disaster. But now the locals have started cloning and growing children in test tubes. We have taken the right path, so to speak. True, not without the help of a sword and “plowshares” in the figurative sense of the word. For we are talking about combat magic and threats from other warlike sorcerers of the Crossroads. A special place, in the shape of a pentagram, where the boundaries of many different dimensions intersected. Any magic was intensified there, the defenders of planets inhabited by weak sorcerers or creatures without magical abilities lived, worked and studied there...”