“They called me the Immortal Prince of Darkness Koshchei. They invaded my Fortress, which stood above the Cursed Lands.
She reached my throne hall and challenged me. She said that the world would be better without me. I let her win, wished her good luck, waved farewell with my bony hand, and breathed my last.
I thought I would dissolve into endless eternalness, since I believed this world was absolutely clear to me. So why did I suddenly turn into the simplest corpse that an inept spell of death raised? A green idiot who drew a pattern so crooked that my new body is about to belch out my soul?! Well, nothing… I’ll fix such a small thing quickly. And at the same time I’ll see how much better the world became while I was gone.”