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Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

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.

Salty Fish Pilot · Games
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Chapter 257: Prayer and Sarcophagus

"An earthquake?"

At the first tremor underfoot, Shard thought of the terrible future that could await them should they encounter an earthquake underground. But he quickly realized that this was no earthquake; it was the maze itself that was shaking.

Upon closer inspection, the walls around them were slowly moving. Some turned in place, while others drew closer to the middle, the sharp and piercing sound of stone scraping against the ground.

Miss Annette, who was walking in the front, changed her expression:

"Someone is controlling the Scribe Level Relic 'Maze Candle.' We're finally going to encounter a Circle Sorcerer. Quick, follow me, and don't get separated."

Even as she said this, the rate at which the maze's walls changed far exceeded the trio's expectations.

Having only taken a few steps forward, the wall next to them suddenly swung viciously to the side, cutting off Miss Beyas, who was at the back, behind it.