Died at sixty-five. Awoke as an eighteen-year-old.
He had been the rector of a magical academy—now he is the last prince of a fading dynasty. Magical channels are burned out, the source is blocked, and a hunt has been declared on me.
As if that weren’t enough, it turns out this world is an arena for a confrontation between Higher Powers.
A stele, the Players, the duty of the clan... And I’m right in the center of this game.
The good thing is that experience doesn’t go anywhere. I’m used to solving problems. Besides, I have a magical nanochip and a hereditary familiar-bear that really doesn’t like being woken up.
My name is Mikhail Medvedev. And those who stand in my way will regret it.