About the book: year / I remember almost nothing about myself. They wanted to rid me of all internal organs, and wrap the remains in enchanted bandages made from my own skin. Most of the levels are lost. And then there is the problem of the soul, which now only partially belongs to its rightful owner. There are more than enough reasons for anger and despair, but archmages are never former, which means I will definitely give what they deserve to all my offenders, because with me my most important tool is my mind! And I'm an archmage! Well, that's what they told me…