Here I am—the son of a merchant. The only commoner among the Architects of the Empire. But I have special talents and a special purpose, which means this troublesome inequality won’t last long. The foolish rulers of this world managed to summon the gods of the Other Side, desecrating an entire continent—so I need to get out of here.
For that, I need a hidden corner among the boundless forests of Siberia, where no one will interfere with building the Gate of Seven Worlds and leaving this unfriendly place. I’ve worked hard, and the right distribution is already in my pocket!
Stop! What do you mean “assigned to the border frontier”?
Fine… plans are changing.