What is it like to be a water mage in a world where water costs more than gold? Unfortunately, I learned that the hard way. For people like me there is only one path: slavery. But pumping water until the end of time isn’t exactly the best job, is it?
Just yesterday I was a middle-management manager, and my main problem was the quarterly report. And today I’m in the body of a twenty-five-year-old heir of a disgraced family, in the middle of the great Desert, where local mages consider me a walking well. I survived the massacre in an ancient labyrinth. Buried beneath the sands of Voronezh, I hoped to find answers, but I only encountered a mad shaman who screamed that the Seal of Nine would take something from me more important than life itself.
Well, at least I learned the first rule of the desert: don’t become a monster by hunting monsters. It just so happens that I already broke it.