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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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Besides relics, curses, and nursery rhymes, Miss Princess had also wanted to buy some books from the lighthouse to pass her recent boring times, so after the conversation at the cliff by the sea, Shard and his companion were finally invited inside the lighthouse.

The brick and stone structure of the lighthouse was cramped, but it was at least clean and devoid of any strange smells. The lowest level housed the living area of the Tower Keeper, while the upper levels were dedicated to work areas. Mr. Edmund served them with inexpensive tea, and ultimately, Miss Princess spent 78 pounds and bought two books.

One was a study notebook of a Circle Sorcerer mastering Enlightenment Elements, and the other was an old book that could possibly grant the reader the "Ocean" Spirit Rune after reading.