I staged a real royal hunt for those creatures—for those whose human life means nothing to them, who rape and kill for fun. I drove them down, and then watched as their heads turned into a bloody pulp. The irony is that soon I was dead too—and I woke up in another world.
In the Russian Empire, where magic exists. Now the prey is me. Because I, the last of the Kornev line, got in the throat of my enemies. Well then—let them try to break their teeth on me as well.