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THE FOOL : ERA OF MYSTERIES BEGINS

In the heart of the steampunk city of Babel, Jesper awakens to a world forever changed. After mysteriously rising from his own grave, he finds himself disoriented and alone without anything but the fool card. Clutching a cryptic letter from his uncle and a sinister Fool card, Jesper is thrust into a labyrinth of secrets and unexplainable mysteries. Navigating the bustling, gear-laden streets of Babel, Jesper encounters enigmatic figures and uncovers hidden truths about the city’s dark underbelly. Each step deeper into the mystery reveals a city teeming with magical realism—where machines whisper secrets and the line between the living and the dead blurs. Jesper's journey is marked by unsettling encounters and haunting visions, pushing him to question the nature of reality and his own sanity. Guided by the Fool card’s cryptic clues, he must unravel the truth behind his resurrection and the sinister forces at play. As Jesper delves deeper, he discovers a hidden network of night hunters and arcane practitioners who hold the key to Babel’s dark secrets. In a world where magic and machinery intertwine, Jesper must navigate treacherous alliances and deadly enemies to uncover the truth and reclaim his lost life. "This is the beginning of the Fool's journey within the abyss - or should i say mine is." - Jesper Hasington.

DivineCrimson · Fantaisie
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71 Chs

Silent Call

The auctioneer's voice echoed through the hall, commanding everyone's attention. "And now, we present the item you've all been waiting for—the Nightfall Talisman."

A veil of silence fell over the room as the pedestal, illuminated by a faint, unnatural glow, revealed the Talisman. The jagged shard encased in silver filigree seemed to pulse with life, its surface shimmering with an eerie, otherworldly light. It was as though the artifact itself held a will of its own, yearning to be freed. The air grew thick with tension, and every attendee's gaze locked onto the relic.

"The bidding will begin at three thousand five hundred Golden Krass," the auctioneer announced.

Immediately, from a dark corner of the hall, bidder number forty-three— raised hus hand as an open palm raising the bid with five hundred.

"Four thousand Krass," the auctioneer declared, acknowledging the bid with a nod.