Fate is a strange thing. Yesterday you were crushing armies of the dead in glory of the world tree—and today you’re locked in a weak body with not a drop of mana. The Rod is destroyed, and debts are so many you want to die again.
But I am a druid of the Great Forest, and I’m not used to retreating. Only the heat of the underworld can stop me. And judging by everything, I’m already in hell. Otherwise why would my clothes be smoldering, and the flames be creeping toward my body? Well, I’m not new to surviving where the others die.
I’m Dubrovsky, and this is my story…