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

The violently trembling ground signaled that this altar was about to collapse as well.


Shard recited the spell in the merman's language once again. The Golden Pearl flew out from the pool of blood, its surface unstained by any blood, a slightly sticky crimson liquid gathering in a smooth arc under the pearl before falling into the blood-spattered altar as a large droplet.


Shard stared at the pearl glowing with a golden hue and thought:


"Just like at the Blood Feast at Lakeside Manor."


The entire floor of the temple collapsed; the blood-red waves roared tumultuously. Yet, the walls and the corridors outside the temple remained utterly intact. The only level surface inside the temple was the platform at its deepest end where the altar was placed.


Chapter 424 Moonlight Cross