The world has changed. A long time ago, a cure for all diseases was invented, people were transferred to the category of gods: full control over nature, over life itself, immortality. But the thirst for power, greed leads to the fact that man is thrown off the pedestal of the crown and the ruler of nature. The world war for resources, nuclear missiles pushed humanity back centuries, into the Middle Ages. The people who escaped as a result of the war became the heads of the newly formed states hundreds of years later, they were worshipped and glorified. There was no religion anymore – all people's faith was focused on Them, the wise, the eternal, the almighty.
Leon was one of them – the Sovereign of a large country off the coast of the Adriatic Sea, nicknamed Bloody. Many people believed that for human sacrifices he sent them a good harvest and warm winters: the life of one of them for the benefit of the rest. The man looked down indifferently at the bound, beaten body under his feet, at the base of the throne. At you. "And what's your name?" he asked boringly, propping his cheek with his fist. It seemed that he was tired of these acts of violence and did not enjoy it – a bad sign.