No memory. No family. No friends. Only fragments of memories, an ugly scar on his chest and fighting skills, apparently honed by years of training. Being a stranger in this world is like being the living dead. No one will give a penny for your life if there is not one of the Houses behind it, endlessly figuring out among themselves who is more worthy to be called Great. This means that you will have to win your place with sweat and blood. Yours or someone else's? Only time will tell. Meanwhile, among the northern mountains, flashes of demonic fires were again noticed. The flames of the Black Forge burn once again, preparing weapons for the invading army. And very soon the Ash King is coming to the south to destroy all life and end the era. And even the most irreconcilable enemies will have to forget their previous squabbles and unite in order to get at least a chance to defend their lives and their own world. Or burn and fall to the ground with ashes. Open reader voting of the “Oxygen” literary competition