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.
Chapter 329: The Sailor's Duel
Having prepared the Spellcasting Materials in advance, Shard and Miss Princess continued forward.
As the terrible sickly green light became clearer, the end of the staircase finally appeared below. The next level of the ship's hold had no rooms; it was mostly open space, probably originally used for storing goods and leisure.
Rotten wooden crates and burlap sacks were piled around, revealing the goldware and jewels inside. Pearls, human bones, and various gemstones were scattered on the floor, both beautiful and evil. Skulls hung from the ceiling of the deck swinging back and forth with the motion of the ship, the green ghostly light within them providing illumination, while human skeletons dressed in splendid armor stood against the walls.
The air on this deck was even more humid, and in the middle of the ship's hold, cluttered with jewels and silt, there stood a long table entwined with seaweed.