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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.

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Chapter 81: The Hound of Light

"This is bad."

After having added Sorcery for the priest as well, Shard struggled to take out the little book. Using it required a price to pay, so Shard didn't dare to write anything too extreme. Instead, he dipped his finger in the blood he had spat out and wrote on the blank page:

"Even if primitive and evil forces cause me to fall into slumber, I will be able to awake at the appropriate time."

This was to prevent himself from also passing out, ensuring that there would still be someone to lead the others in escape. Using such a precious Relic in this way was certainly wasteful, but it was the safest phrase he dared write with the Keeper of Secrets Level Relic.

He could have written "Shard defeats the Evil God," but the cost of that might have sent him straight to Detective Sparrow.