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The Great Princes' magical games conceal a hidden dimension. Abomination foci turn out to be not merely sources of blight, but portals through which creatures from another world pass. It is up to Max Richter to solve this mystery before the true enemies of humanity deliver their fatal blow. What...

The past never dies, it only lies in wait. The necromancers are awakening an ancient power. The lines between different epochs are blurring. While his enemies weave their deceitful web, Maximilian Richter invokes an ally who remembers a pre-abomination world. Lives are the pieces in this chess game. Those who do not fear death—it's their move.

Mein Dorf wächst, meine Männer meistern die Kriegskunst und meine Magie wird mit jedem Tag stärker. Doch auch meine Feinde ruhen nicht—ein Ermittler verbreitet falsche Anschuldigungen, ein Monster jagt die Unschuldigen, und eine hochgeborene Gräfin verlangt nach meinem Kopf. Doch eines begreifen sie nicht: Jede Prüfung härtet mich, jeder Feind macht mich nur stärker.

I had lain down in my crypt to rest for a few decades, but when I awoke, centuries had passed. My castle is in ruins, my clan is gone, and necromancers are considered just a fairy tale for children. They take me for a healer. That's because the world is sick. And it's time for strong medicine.

A thousand years ago, the abomination came into the world. It poisoned the earth and turned animals and people into horrible mutants. Necromancers were the only ones who could combat it. The Richter clan fought this threat. Whose plans did they ruin by doing so? Who wanted the world to die? Max will find the answers to these questions, even if he has to extract them by force.

The Richter clan was getting stronger and becoming a real nuisance to a lot of people. All the spheres of influence have long been divided among aristocrats, gangsters, and corrupt officials. And now, they all wanted to destroy the upstart healers. But the real evil dwelled in the past. Max was looking for those who had tried to kill him once before.

The victors are dividing the spoils of a fallen titan. Max Richter and his compatriots are establishing their rule and redefining the world map. Ancient magic is returning to lands liberated from abomination. But the true enemy is still hiding in the shadows.

The calm before the storm has settled over the capital. Old legends are coming to life in the city's streets. The clan of necromancers is no longer trying to hide. The time has come to show our power. Betrayal will be punished, and the rest will have a difficult choice to make.

After finding an abandoned, ancient fortress inside a focus, the Richters turn it into their headquarters and a training camp for their new army.

With a decisive onslaught, the clan of necromancers is reclaiming its properties. The occupied capital is re-christened once again with its original name, Richterberg. The city is under siege, surrounded by Focus monsters and an army of enemies. But wars are fought not only with brute strength; the intellect is at least as important. Max Richter makes cause with an unexpected ally—a legend as ancient as Max himself.

The clan of necromancers is busy doing what it does best: creating chimeras and killing the spawns of abomination. But others have made a profitable business out of these threats to the world. In addition to mutants, Max Richter must also confront human monsters. Good thing fighting monsters is his favorite pastime.

Scoundrels are always afraid of the truth. It reveals their true colors, which are otherwise concealed beneath a veneer of decency. The necromancer prince Max Richter can find the truth wherever it's hidden: in a magical prison atop a remote mountain, in the depths of foci poisoned by...

A clan of healers?! Was that even a thing? People thought we were weak and incapable of defending ourselves and our property. Those who wished to do harm swooped down on the clan like vultures. And that was a good thing! More enemies meant more harvest, and more material for my experiments.

Eine unheilvolle Stille legte sich über die Hauptstadt. Auf den Straßen erwachten die uralten Legenden zum Leben. Der Nekromanten-Clan wollte sich nicht länger im Verborgenen halten. Es war an der Zeit, die eigene Macht zu offenbaren. Die Verräter würden nun ihre gerechte Strafe erhalten und der Rest musste eine schwierige Wahl treffen.

Mages live longer than regular people. Some of them live a thousand years before they even start to grow up. Otherwise, they'd know fighting necromancers was futile. We do not fear death; for us, it's all in a day's work. My enemies want to crush my little clan by overwhelming us with numbers...

Magical battles alone will not rid the world of Abomination. The necromancer prince Maximilian Richter sets out in search of knowledge that will help create new magical technologies. The Great Clans have been keeping a secret for centuries, and now it's time to reveal the truth. The planet will be healed from blight. The other Princes want to interfere with this healing, but Max now has a new weapon. Could it be . . . а dragon?!

"Honor is the true measure of a man." On this principle, I built a powerful empire, united disparate lands, and destroyed the greatest threat to our world. I died as a true warrior should: in battle. But instead of being granted a well-earned rest, I awoke on the border of a foreign kingdom, in the body of a noble-born outcast—with a noose around my neck.

Ich trage drei Gesichter: Ich bin ein alter Magier, ein junger Adliger und ein glücklicher Taucher. Der erste wurde ermordet. Der zweite verlor sein Erbe und wurde ins Exil geschickt. Der dritte? Eine Fälschung, eine Maske, um die anderen zu schützen. Denn ich bin ein Wassermagier–immer im Wandel, immer im Fluss. Ich durchbreche keine Hindernisse, aber ich finde immer die Schwachstellen in der Rüstung meines Gegners.

Two worlds—two wars. In the game, Anima is gaining power, backed by an army of fanatical paladins. To stop her, I'll have to recover seven legendary artifacts from their ancient guardians. In the real world, the MosTech Corporation has splintered into rival factions, each trying to leverage...

Kaum sind die Götter in der Spielwelt erschienen, bekämpfen sie einander erbittert. Wer ist die richtige Schutzpatronin? Die Göttin des Krieges, die Patronin des Schreckens oder der Tod persönlich? Was für eine dumme Frage! Natürlich wählt man die, die am schönsten ist! Und auch in der Realität bieten sich viele attraktive Verlockungen. Aber warum nur ist bei allen schon von weitem eine Falle zu wittern?