I didn’t swear to darkness—I’ll turn your light against you and make it into a weapon.
Something like that describes my plan: to return the lost greatness to my native world and settle accounts with the lying, traitorous creature that seized the throne of the supreme deity.
I am the last archon of the Order of Equilibrium—nearly an ordinary gifted person, not one of those who can break the fates of worlds with a single gesture. That means I’ll have to gather power by small pieces and look for those who are willing to walk alongside me. My gift—to maintain balance within any system and connect the incompatible—is too obvious, so I’ll choose to play a game with two masks: the ruthless dark operative who has no taboos at all, and the shining paladin—a true aristocrat, defender of the empire, and maybe even of the goddess herself.
What remains is to understand the main thing: why, instead of the sun, there’s a black hole in the sky; for what purpose the goddess of demons reached out her hand to me; and how the shards of other worlds became an inexhaustible source of both chances and threats.