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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 · Fantasi
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71 Chs

Two Level Party

The Blackthorne Estate loomed ahead, an expansive testament to opulence and luxury. Lavish decorations adorned every surface, from the intricate wrought iron gates to the glittering chandeliers visible even from a distance. It was a scene befitting a royal celebration, with carriages arriving one after another, their occupants stepping out in an endless procession of elegance and refinement.

The main entrance to the palace was grand, with wide marble stairs leading up to towering doors framed by ornate columns. Carriages parked in a long line, each one disgorging high-echelon guests who descended with practiced grace. As I watched from my own carriage, I noted their polished manners and effortless poise. I would need to match their comportment.