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.
As if the arrival of exam week had heralded a temporary pause, the following week passed without any other incidents occurring.
The descent of the Evil God upon Tobesk seemed to become a turning point. Before that event, various incidents occurred frequently, but after the Evil God was defeated by a deity summoned by the City's Circle Sorcerer rumored to be a "God Summoner," it appeared that all the evil in the city vanished with it...
Of course, that couldn't be possible; it was merely Shard's illusion. The brief period of peace was purely because he had hardly gone out recently.