I was the second emissary on the planet. I possessed a unique magic called “the voice of God.” My orders became thoughts and desires of people. Everything I wished for took shape; what stood in my way disappeared forever. In dozens of years I subdued everyone. I stopped bloody wars and finally brought peace.
They killed me? How? Did the artifact work? What is this body? Whose Soul is raging in my head—Who are you? I demanded. “Answer!” — “Revenge me! For my mother! Destroy the Markov creatures!” the boy pleaded. The soul vanished, and I felt an axe being raised over me. Someone was shouting, “Execute him!” Execute me? Are they idiots? I can kill them with a single word. Through the pain, I turned my head and saw…