In the heart of the Damacia Empire, progress surges forward on rails and steam, fueled by the glittering force of refined mana. Sprawling cities stretch skyward under the looming watch of colossal clock towers. Zeppelins float through sunlit clouds like silent giants. But beneath the polished veneer of innovation, echoes of an unfinished war continue to stir.
Aldrich Hitchcock, a seasoned inspector haunted by years of service, carries with him the burden of secrets long buried. Hardened by loss and disillusionment, he now follows threads others would rather ignore. At his side is Norman Creed—a sharp-eyed young partner with a keen mind and a hunger for truth, untested but determined.
Together, they investigate what the empire refuses to name. Cases steeped in mystery and mana. Glyph-marked cadavers. Machines that shouldn't move. Murmurs of powers not seen since the war. Crimes the Crown would rather forget.
As rain slicks the cobblestones and the fog thickens in the alleys, something begins to stir in the depths of the city. An unseen force. A history erased. A presence seeping through the cracks of reality.
This is not an age of peace.
Not truly.
Because the war never ended.
It just changed form.
There are no clean cases anymore.
Only echoes.
And bodies.
And the growing sense that the empire stands atop a grave it refuses to acknowledge.