When a pack of vampires, an evil sorcerer, an unfamiliar werewolf, and a completely ordinary black cat suddenly invade your measured life, you won't immediately realize whom to help, whom to kill, whom to send to the laboratory for experiments, and with whom to be more cautious because they are not who they appear to be. In the end, I did help the vampires, saved the werewolf, and as for the sorcerer… no, for now, I just punished him. However, I can say that I was lucky with the cat, and over time, I even managed to become friends. You might say: this doesn’t happen, and the Herald, by definition, has no friends. However, once every thousand years, miracles do occur, and even a chimera might want to befriend the undead, while the undead may once again wish to become human.
