Instead of a hospital ward - a new, unknown world, instead of a mutilated body - a young, trained organism, instead of routine and boredom - incredible adventure and magic. It would seem, what else to wish for? Except the magic here, mostly some black, in the scorched wastelands through the Edge of the Abyss, Darkness oozes, and the guy whose body I got into was supposed to die in a few minutes. And an obsessed bastard is also hunting for me, wanting to snatch a secret with ticks, which I do not know, and I do not understand at all what is happening here. Against this background, wanderings in the Dead Lands, strange dreams and the company of the arrogant heiress of the Flaming Throne somehow do not seem like problems.