Life is like a zebra: the strip is white, the strip is black, and at the end is an ass. And complete: your body was scattered to pieces during a terrorist attack, and your soul was pulled into another world - to serve as a battery for local clan magicians. In addition, the capacity is the fucking native Legolas. And, as if this is not enough - a demon is resettled by the "tenant," striving to kill you. Of the advantages - a reliable companion from the distant planet Tiamat, who died in one of the wars of the future. And also immunity to local magic. And for a special forces officer, this is a good chance to turn the situation in his favor and show the magicians how they winter with cancer.