He rose up against those who towered over him beyond measure, yet managed to survive by defending what he considered his own. With fire, sword, and fear he carved out a place for himself in a new country where foreigners are not welcome—once promised to him, but nearly taken away by others. Now there is a home, a position, friends, even a fiancée… Is life a success? A wedding soon?
Wake up, dear Sir Alistair Emberhart! The world doesn’t revolve around you. Yes, it is as stable as you could never dream in your first life. Steam-and-ether technologies, widespread industrialization, miracles of science and engineering appearing even despite the absence of wars—so useful for progress… All this stability can vanish in a single day, turning into chaos, ruin, and discord.
What titan, what monster, or what cataclysm could do that, you ask, dear Sir?
Oh no—nothing on such a scale is needed.
Just a little pinch of… magic.