Cursed Lands

Instead of a hospital ward—a brand-new, unexplored world. Instead of a maimed body—a young, trained organism. Instead of routine and boredom—unbelievable adventures and magic. What else could you want?

Only here the magic is mostly some kind of black magic: through the scorched wastelands beyond the Abyss’s Threshold, Darkness oozes. And the guy whose body I ended up in was supposed to die in just a few minutes. On top of that, I’m being hunted by an obsessed bastard who wants to rip out with hooks and claws a secret that I don’t even know—and I have no idea what’s going on here. Against this backdrop, wandering the Deadlands, strange dreams, and the company of the haughty heiress of the Fiery Throne somehow don’t seem like problems anymore.