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 403: The Standoff at the Manor
His gaze drifted away from the oil painting to the staircase on the first floor, where he finally heard the sound of people talking upstairs. It wasn't just one person, but a group; it seemed that all the guests attending the banquet were on the upper floor.
Shard took a few steps up and peeked over the corner of the staircase, only to find five or six guards stationed there, including even two Circle Sorcerers.
He removed his mask, turned it into a toy, and tucked it into his pocket; then he used the "Illusion of the Moon Shadow" to let the bizarre silver mist flow upwards. The silver mist of the illusion technique was invisible before it took effect. Shard manipulated it to form a wall of fog at the top of the stairs. Suddenly stomping on the ground to make a noise, in the moment the guards stepped through the fog wall of their own volition, his body disappeared, reappearing behind the guards.