Something strange is happening in the world of Integracia.
Seems like I'm in a deep long coma. Most of my people of my Guild have disappeared without a trace, and I'm doing nothing about it. I only try to run from this nightmare. And finally I find myself in hell... But even here I can't hide.
"I don't know, what's going on. I just see that all the rules of Integracia have been broken by a single man.
He thinks that we are just toys for him, doesn't he? That our world, which the inhabitants keep the balance in the whole universe, can only be used by him to satisfy his own ambitions?
Hot smoke produced by his factory is ruining the very substances of our world, the Narrafabric, which can be seen only by the gods and repaired only by the Transfers. His army of non-living Abruptions is strong enough to plunge Integracia into an endless war.
But I feel that the powerful thing to be able to counter him is hidden somewhere in his tower-factory. And he can use it against us, as soon as he realises it.
I must hurry".
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