Eldgrimm

In the floating city of Brasshaven, where airships rule the skies and steam-powered robots serve coffee, 17-year-old Finn Gearwright is just trying to survive high school at Machina Academy. He’s not a genius inventor like his father, nor a prodigy duelist like his rival, but he does have one thing—dumb luck.

Gears, Girls, and Total Chaos

The vault door slammed shut with an ominous clang.

Selene, arms crossed, smirking: "Congratulations, Finn. You broke into the most secure vault in the Empire. Pity you won't be leaving."

Finn, sighing: "Yep. Should've seen this coming."

Zephyria, whispering: "Technically, you did see this coming."

Finn, whispering back: "Yeah, but I keep hoping one plan won't explode in my face."

Selene gestured, and the walls shimmered—revealing dozens of hidden Imperial guards and steam-powered automatons, their weapons trained on Finn's crew.

Vespera, grinning: "So… Plan B?"

Ignis, cracking her knuckles: "Please say Plan B is explosions."

Finn, nervously looking at the guards: "Plan B is not explosions."

Selene, unsheathing her sword: "Surrender now, Finn. Or this gets messy."

Finn, grimacing: "…Would you believe me if I said we were just lost merchants?"

Finn, shrugging: "Didn't think so."

The Trap is Sprung