Blindness

The dark underground dungeon was filled with countless ancient relics and treasures.
Eerie, deformed, cursed objects...
The abyss, catacombs, Ancient Gods, mythical races...
Mechanics, cursed seal implants, and the gargantuan black towers...
A peculiar mix of Alchemy, a drop of steampunk, two spoons of supernatural mystery, blending into a vibrant and colorful fantasy world.
I am a puppeteer Alchemist.
All that my eyes behold, becomes my puppet.
Alone, I am an army!

Chapter 587: Glimpsing the Face of Truth through the Eyes