Some people think I'm a monster. Others think I'm a demon. Nobody considers me a human, although I have a human brain and a human mind. I am a yatshen. An artificially created creature with a very memorable appearance. People usually scream when they see me, and these are by no means screams of delight. The life of a yatskhen cannot be called easy and pleasant. Of course, six arms are more convenient than two, wings are a wonderful thing, and bulletproof skin has helped me out more than once. But the problems correspond to the opportunities: more than once or twice I found myself on the verge of death, more than once or twice I literally rose from the dead. My life is stormy. I've been to hundreds of different worlds. I saw something that no one else has seen. I visited the gods and fought demons. And in the end I faced an enemy more terrible than anyone has yet imagined...