The awakening of the Prawniks

Driven by a deep worry, Blade entered the plain which stretched as far as the eye could see. Around him were thousands of standing stones, covered in lichen, that looked like they had been left there since the dawn of time. Barely had his fingers covered the surface of one of these menhirs when a large piece of plant broke away, revealing, inside a translucent substance furrowed with luminous veins, the silhouette of a man. petrified in an expression of unspeakable terror. At this moment, a hoarse voice exploded behind him. —A Prawnik! You are a Prawnik, so you must die. It's the law ! Blade turned around slowly; two creatures, incredibly muscular and hairy, were advancing towards him, pointing a menacing spear in each hand. Without responding, Blade placed himself in the middle of the combat zone and waited for the first attack. He couldn't control the trembling of his limbs. — — Blade, a man made of muscle, blood, sex and intelligence. — Will Blade be the human toy of the machine that sends him to fight the terrifying monsters, the wild and perverse goddesses of a world elsewhere?