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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.

Salty Fish Pilot · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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Chapter 221: Demon Eye, Mirror, and Maze

"What does it mean to have a special destiny?"

Shard inquired, and Miss Annette pointed at him:

"This is the simplest condition in the ritual because both you and I can do it. You are beyond destiny, while I..."

Miss Beyas subconsciously covered her eyes but promptly lowered her hands, replying with firmness,

"It's simpler than I imagined. If the price of gaining power is just one eye, I think I should have no problem."

The ritual required the sacrifice of one's own eye, thus it couldn't be replaced with something like a Demon Eye.

"But this type of sacrificial ritual to the deities, if it specifically requires your eye, I'm afraid it might not be possible to restore it afterward,"

Shard worriedly reminded her, having recently learned more about mysticism fundamentals. She was still only seventeen; this decision would impact her entire life.

"Detective, acquiring power always comes at a cost,"

Miss Beyas said through clenched teeth, her expression stern: