The strong commands the weak - this is how the world works. A disenfranchised peasant is in awe of a greedy baron. The Baron trembles before the omnipotent Duke. The duke fawns over the emperor. And even the emperor does not feel safe, because somewhere high, through the sky scorched by radiation, the Lord looks down with his angels... And it doesn't matter that the baron wears motorized exo-armor, and the duke patches the weak flesh with genetic drugs. The main law of the world is always unchanged. The strong will command the weak. In saecula saeculorum. Grimbert, Margrave of Turin, confidently believes that he can manage this law. A talented schemer and manipulator, I am sure that he knows people well and is one step away from the implementation of his long-standing plan. So much so that he does not think at all about what will happen if he made a mistake. Underestimating the enemy for the first time. Combat dystopia, furs with robot knights and glorious heroes who are not averse to seizing power or going the hard way to correct mistakes made.