Do you think I’m unusual because I can peer into the future? Yes, that’s true. I see the threads of fate—this is my gift. And at the same time—my curse.
Who in our time would take divination seriously, when mago-technical progress has turned the world into a dazzling neon cacophony of options and probabilities?
But reality turned out to be nothing like what I imagined. I still have to learn how to control my gift. Against a family that disowned and banished me, a foreign game is being played. I need to find out what they killed my father for. And to continue what he started.
Service with the Liquidators—what will help me acquire the skills I need.