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.
Last Sunday night, a week ago, Shard won the Roder Card duel around the same time with a splendid hand of cards. Today, one week later, he added the [Genesis: Silver Moon] to his deck and won an even more spectacular victory without even dragging the game into the third round.
Last week's event was due to luck generated from a dice counter-script, while this week's success was probably due to the luck brought by [Genesis: Silver Moon].
"Genesis: Silver Moon!"
The crowd first murmured softly, then exploded into an astonishing roar, as if a steam bomb had detonated right there. People helped the smiling Viscount Ford to his feet, while many others pushed forward, ensuring their eyes hadn't deceived them.