The tanker's death proved instantaneous. And the awakening of Count Vorontsov was a true nightmare. He came to in a чужое body, in the guise of a man they were accustomed to hating. In a reality where history took a different turn. Here, they had not forgotten the ancient gods, and beneath the Ural Mountains the Great Serpent still stirs—primeval evil, feeding on human fear. The last heir of the Vorontsovs received only ill fame and the Dragoon. A colossal combat suit of armor, standing as a silent guardian in the ancestral castle, kept secrets better left buried.
But the sect of the Worm is already closing in. They need not only lands—they need the blood of the last count. The outsider who found himself dressed in noble skin will have to learn a simple truth: in this Empire, deaths are never accidental. And the Dragoon chooses its master for a reason—not without one.