The cart of the history of our world prefers to move in a gentle spiral, and, completing the coil, you get very close to its beginning. The history of the Second World seems to have simplified its path to the ring, from which there is no way out. When you take hold of a magician's staff, don't expect no one to take it away from you. Or it won't change to something. For example, on the pickaxe with which you met the first days of a new birth, just as rusty and good for nothing. After all, the ring is for that and the ring: everything that happens to you will be repeated again and again. Except with minor variations. For example, from a relatively free miner, you will turn into a slave without rights.In the fire of an unprecedented invasion, entire provinces are burning down, the most powerful clans and the emperor’s guards have taken up arms, trying to stop the hordes of nonhumans. A war is raging that no one expected, for which no one prepared, not even suspecting that the boredom of provincial life could be dispelled so quickly and cruelly.What is your role in all this? Unknown. But it is known where you should start: take a pick in your hands and proceed. There is enough ore here for your age.