DivineCrimson

In the heart of the steampunk city of Babel, Jesper awakens to a world forever changed. After mysteriously rising from his own grave, he finds himself disoriented and alone without anything but the fool card. Clutching a cryptic letter from his uncle and a sinister Fool card, Jesper is thrust into a labyrinth of secrets and unexplainable mysteries.

Navigating the bustling, gear-laden streets of Babel, Jesper encounters enigmatic figures and uncovers hidden truths about the city’s dark underbelly. Each step deeper into the mystery reveals a city teeming with magical realism—where machines whisper secrets and the line between the living and the dead blurs.

Jesper's journey is marked by unsettling encounters and haunting visions, pushing him to question the nature of reality and his own sanity. Guided by the Fool card’s cryptic clues, he must unravel the truth behind his resurrection and the sinister forces at play.

As Jesper delves deeper, he discovers a hidden network of night hunters and arcane practitioners who hold the key to Babel’s dark secrets. In a world where magic and machinery intertwine, Jesper must navigate treacherous alliances and deadly enemies to uncover the truth and reclaim his lost life.

"This is the beginning of the Fool's journey within the abyss - or should i say mine is." - Jesper Hasington.

THE FOOL : ERA OF MYSTERIES BEGINS

I stood frozen as the harbringer slowly rose from the rubble, his body shifting back into place with an eerie fluidity that defied nature. The sound of bones snapping into alignment echoed through the cold night, each crack sending a jolt through my spine. His eyes, now ablaze with a cold, malicious glow, locked onto mine, a faint smile creeping across his lips.

"You thought that was enough?" His voice was low, taunting, each word laced with venom. "All you've done is waste your last opportunity to escape."

I could barely breathe as the reality of my mistake sank in. He wasn't defeated. If anything, my desperate attempt to end him had only angered him further. His expression twisted into a sneer, and with a slow, deliberate step forward, he began closing the distance between us.

"You misunderstand, fool," he continued, his voice steady, unnervingly calm. "Pain is temporary. Death is... unreliable. You should've known this before daring to challenge me."

A fulfledge Dark mage