Yesterday he lived in the capital’s palace, and today he finds himself in a rundown room with a magical collar on his neck. His enemies were sure that Vyacheslav had been broken, but they miscalculated one thing. Now he has only one desire: to return.
One step beyond the threshold—and instead of the capital’s halls, there is dirt and cramped quarters at the edge of the world, and instead of freedom—an enslaving collar and magical suppressors.
They shouldn’t have done that. They should have finished him off right away. Because now Vyacheslav has acquired a Goal. To return and… Wait! More on that later: in such matters, you can’t rush.
But first—return!