Twelve hours ago, with my own eyes, I witnessed how creatures from myths and fairy tales destroyed humanity.
Twelve minutes ago, I woke up a day before the first Distortions begin unfolding across the whole world—and before people gain magical abilities.
I have twelve years until the apocalypse—and memories of every twist in events, every relic, and every fatal mistake the people made.
There’s just one catch: I have no magic. But I have something far more dangerous and useful—I can carry and activate as many legendary artifacts at once as I want, while any mage is torn apart already after just a couple.
So it’s time to gather weapons and relics. This time, I won’t let the world repeat the old ending.