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

"Shard, I need to take you to a town. We'll set out from Coldwater Port Station on a steam train and arrive at our destination three hours later. If we can accomplish our goal before evening, we can return the same day. If not, I fear we will have to spend the night in a small country town."


It seemed obtaining the Vibration Spirit Rune required contact with some immovable object.


"Very well, Miss Aphrola, when do we depart?"


Shard asked, as he fortunately had no plans for the next few weeks. The commission from Detective Sparrow could be postponed, the Spirit Rune was most important.


"If it's convenient for you, we'll depart tomorrow morning at nine."


"That works. However, where exactly is the location? Do I need to prepare anything in advance?"


Miss Aphrola pointed to the map of the Coldwater Port Region on the wall of the study:


Chapter 454: The Witch's Song