Viktor dreamed of becoming the commander of a combat machine. And he got what he wanted. He hasn’t grown into officer’s shoulder boards yet, but he’s left his classmates far behind. His Essence develops at such rapid a pace that others can only dream of it.
Only—how not to lose his human shape in the pursuit of becoming better, of developing his favorite self? Cruelty, cynicism, and greed are the eternal companions of a person. And with the appearance of the Ether, they only intensified.