What kind of story will I tell you - about whom or what? Imagine a young man sitting by the fireplace and reading a very old book, but this story is not about this young man, it is about whose story that book was written. And the book says that the once prosperous quiet and calm world that was called Phet was turned into a dark nightmare full of pain and suffering. What happened - you ask? The ancient ruins that were scattered throughout Phet, which were once just an architectural phenomenon, turned out to be the gates that led to worlds that were not so calm and peaceful. Phat began to die under the pressure of the oppressor worlds that terrorized the weak worlds. Hope appeared with the creation of the Magic Academy, which was obliged to isolate different worlds from mutual violence. But things were not as expected. The Academy simply took the place of the oppressors - the strongest magicians of all worlds began to sprinkle like gods over everyone. By locating the Academies in different worlds, sharing the responsibility of each for certain worlds-sequences. And at this time the gates to the dead worlds opened. These were the worlds of the creators of these gates. In all the kingdoms at every corner, everyone just did what they discussed. Rumors began to appear on the streets, and they began to turn into theories. And in the midst of all this, the story begins about a king who decided to take fate into his own hands. Seeing that all his people are suffering, he himself suffered, but who can stop them, if they could have done it long ago. The Loragi, whom the king was, was a race that were famous for their hard work, therefore it was their Academy that began to be used for researching and excavating in the dead worlds. The king paid everyone who was willing to share information with him, paid all the smugglers who were willing to deliver technology and materials from the dead worlds until there was no money left. All over Phetu, they began to say that the Masters of the Academies were trying to open the gates to the temple that was among the excavations, not just a temple, but a temple that was functioning, was defended. It was said that hundreds of magicians were killed there. Having summoned the best doctors and surgeons from his kingdom, he set a task for them from which they were horrified. The next night, the king's cry was heard throughout the citadel, the guards were covered with goose bumps from this cry. The next morning everything was as usual except that the king sent invitations to an unprecedented feast to all the magicians from the Academy that was in their sequencing. The vain Masters came to the feast, the king did not lie. The feast was right. Before the king began to speak. He began like this: - Thank you all for responding to my invitation, today you are all here for a reason, today the judgment on your sins will take place. - with malice he said. - And who will judge us? You?? - laughter rang out throughout the citadel. - My people trusted you, placing on you the burden of responsibility for our safety, you betrayed them, and I will do everything for you to receive your punishment. The laughter did not stop. - A feast should be our punishment? Then punish us more often. '' After a pause, the master continued. - You are a weak ruined king on whom no one cares, you can not repair anything for us. - Yes, you are right, I am ruined, but still you eat my food and drink my wine in my castle. The masters began exchanging panicky glances. - And what do you mean by that? “That the feast has just become your punishment. - the king smiled after these words. And at that moment the masters began to fall from their feet, losing consciousness. But one of the masters raised his hands and managed to send a destructive spell towards the king, not quite accurately. The king, covering himself with his left hand, was struck by the edge of the fireball, as a result of which he flew several meters away. The guards rushed to the aid of their king, but only when they approached, they bounced back from him in disgust. Covering himself with his left hand from the spell, his hand, face and neck were sealed and metal parts protruded from under them, the king changed his weak body to mechanisms from dead worlds, becoming similar to their inhabitants, not quite a machine and not quite a living organism, a symbiosis of technologies, organics and magic made him different - dangerous. His flesh smoldered on metal parts, the smell of his wife's flesh enveloped the room, the guards stood in bewilderment and horror before him. - Why are you standing in their carts. - the king exclaimed - You guy come, take this and bring it to every blacksmith in my lands, I want them to work day and night on this, let the smoke from their furnaces cover this land with darkness. - the king handed a scroll to one of the guards. Having collected all the magicians in carts, the column moved towards the academy. Carts moved along the narrow roads, and from all directions black smoke from forges could be seen. The king wanted to take their power for himself. But how does he manage to take their magic, you ask? Ask yourself, how did the magicians take power from the owners not under their control? Yes, the magicians themselves created the technology that made it possible to direct magic into the barunite crystal, it was these crystals that they built into their weapons so that they could become stronger. The king did not need these crystals, he wanted to take this power for himself, so he knocked out runes based on technologies unknown in this world that barunite hid under them. With this power, he was ready to go to the world of ancient machines that created the gates, so that he could destroy the doors of the worlds of oppressors and allow the universe of the Universium to develop and flourish in peace and tranquility, because he pursued this goal. Silly isn't it? Having reached the academy, the king set to work one by one, the magicians were brought into the laboratory until the magicians were gone. Each of the runes absorbed the power of one master, the king was as strong as no one before. At that time, four days had already passed and the blacksmith began to arrive with what was forged for the king. What was it? Nothing hard to explain, it was a gauntlet whose purpose was to focus the spell into one powerful stream. The king tried all these gloves and chose one. It was clear that the Academy of other sequences would find out about what happened here, so the king did not hesitate and went to the world where a living temple of a dead civilization was discovered. How long was that world dead? Not so dead as the king found out. Having reached the very depths of the dead city, on the map that he was able to collect from the stories, he found a descent that led deep into the ground. After descending, it was clear that the mechanisms that created the gate were alive. How much alive? Hundreds of cars moved through the dungeon. Noticing the intruder, they gathered around him, examining. Surrounded by the machines of the ancients, the king followed to a kind of technological temple consisting of many previously unseen technologies, the machines did not follow him inside. There were four huge creatures in front of the cliff, the king immediately understood: "They are the creators !!!". The king did not possess many magic techniques, no, he owned only one. As they say, one should be afraid not of the one who trains a thousand strokes, but of the one who trains one strike a thousand times. The king was one of those, all his life he practiced one magic technique called "Punishment of Odin", which is a powerful lightning strike from the hand to the area. It was the focusing glove that served to direct all the power of the blow into one stream. Raising his hand, the king made a blow that slipped across all targets in a split second. The blow was so strong that it turned three of them into dust, but the fourth, managed to block the blow with a magic shield, without feeling any damage despite the power of the blow. But as soon as the ancient one lowered the shield, he immediately fell screaming. Something was eating him from the inside, it was pain, but why, then the king did not yet know. The king ran to the cliff at which the ancients stood and saw not a thousand mechanisms that supplied the gates with the necessary power elements, there were hundreds of thousands of these mechanisms. How did he know which ones to destroy? He did not know, he felt, all those currents of magic that penetrated him in this place seemed to whisper in his ear, as if they were alive. The king raised his hand again and began to do what he had come to this place for. One by one, the gate mechanisms were destroyed. Having finished the destruction of the gates, he approached the last ancient, wondering why the ancients created unprecedented technologies so easily, they created all this and surrendered so easily? The Ancient One looked at the king and smiled. With the final blow, the king approached the throne exhausted and exhausted after the destruction of ancient mechanisms. Sitting on it, he felt a surge of magical power, but after that he felt crazy pain, fear, despair. What? Why? What was it? The technologies that the ancients created captivated them, the machines created all these doors, but without the magic of the ancients, they could not direct the flows of the gates to new worlds. The captives felt all the emotions of the worlds at the same time, it turns out they were not killed, they were released, the mechanism received, in return for the one who was like him, an entity that combined technology, magic, the mind of a living Being - a symbiote. The king has a lot of questions. The pain stopped, but not for too long. Other dead worlds turned out to be worlds that the ancients destroyed the tiredness of feeling the pain they caused. The king did not become a prisoner of the machine, he became part of it by subjugating the remaining mechanisms. But as I said, the story is not about a guy reading a book and getting older with a crown on his head burning it. The story is not even about the king who saved his world from oppression and became part of the ancient machine, the story about Clysto, which in the language of the ancients meant the Equalizer. He did not become a slave to the machine, he became the only one who could control it. His world erased him from history, hundreds of years later, Gesot began to feel all the pain of the worlds that he had once saved. His world became an oppressor. The balance was restored again. But if this story was destroyed, who told you now? Who can tell a true story erased from manuscripts? Of course, the one who created this story. I. I feel all the pain that my world brings, and when my mechanisms restore the gate, I will remind them of my history.