Salty Fish Pilot

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era.
The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance...
"Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?"
Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Actually, the presence of wind meant nothing special, since in a world where mysticism exists, it could be that the merfolk were using arcane techniques to generate sea breezes to enhance the atmosphere of the ritual.


Knowing that behind the broken wall there would undoubtedly be several merfolk and Circle Sorcerers, Shard didn't even dare peek behind him, but cautiously pressed against the wall, trying to listen to the sounds from the other side.


For a long while, all he heard were whispers. He barely made out that they were prayers to the Evil God, the Lord of the Crimson Spiral, the voices blending together; at least ten people were praying simultaneously at different speeds.


Unfortunately, the "Bordeaux Candle" that allowed invisibility had been used up in the last mission. Not daring to peek out, Shard thought of using the arcane technique "Echo of the Past" to listen in.


Chapter 408: Damp Little Chapel