About the book: 2014 / The cart of the history of our world prefers to move in a gentle spiral, and, completing a turn, you get very close to its beginning. The history of the Second World seems to have simplified its path to a ring with no exit in sight. When you take hold of a magician's staff, do not expect that no one will take it away from you. Or it won't change for anything. For example, the pickaxe with which you met the first days of your new birth, just as rusty and good for nothing. That's what a ring is for: everything that happens to you will happen again and again. Perhaps with minor variations. For example, from a relatively free miner you will turn into a powerless slave. Entire provinces are burning in the fire of an unprecedented invasion; the strongest clans and the emperor's guards have taken up arms, trying to stop the hordes of non-humans. A war is raging that no one expected, for which no one prepared, not even suspecting that the boredom of provincial life could be dispelled so quickly and cruelly. What is your role in all of this? Unknown. But you know where you should start: pick up the pickaxe and get started. There is enough ore here for your lifetime.