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 388 The Mouth in the Palm
His eyes lingered on Mr. Daknis's red gloves for a moment before Shard shook his head nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter how many Rings I have, but since you look down on me, I won't say more. Let's pretend we never met today."
"No, no, no, not having met won't do. Since you've found me, of course, I can't let you leave."
As he spoke, Mr. Daknis had already cast aside his umbrella, then he took off his right red glove. Beneath the glove, his right hand was noticeably larger than the other. Under the dark, swollen skin seemed to squirm a myriad of worms.
He gave Shard a weird smile, and then raised his right arm with his left hand. Shard instinctively felt uneasy, and what happened next proved his uneasiness was justified as a rift appeared in the palm of Mr. Daknis's right hand, and a mouth with teeth emerged within.
"Oh!"