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 323: Dark Sea Area
In that terrifying darkness, Shard, whose consciousness was fuzzy, faintly heard a singing voice that accompanied the waves.
And when he awoke once more, everything around him seemed to be shaking. The rain falling from the sky pattered against his back, and the bone-chilling wind made him shiver uncontrollably.
"Oh~"
The headache hadn't subsided, and the simple act of opening his eyes made him feel a throbbing pain at his temples.
He sat up, turning over, and took off his mask to breathe deeply. Looking around, he found himself on the filthy deck of a dilapidated old ship, surrounded by utter disrepair.
He looked up and saw a terrifying, soul-sucking black vortex hanging upside down in the sky above him. The primal fear of that instant almost made Shard scream.