Embers of the Gun

This is a bloody Victorian-style fantasy novel. Add a spoonful of steam engine to get that damn tech tree moving! Add a spoonful of love and hate to give everyone a reason to fight! Add a spoonful of madness to lighten this dark world, and finally add a spoonful of calamity as the main boss... Wait! Damn, I poured too much!... In the year 931 of the Ingweir Calendar. My city is rated as the most advanced city in the West. The main reason? The steam technology that overturns the world, the source of emerging technology and chaos. Undeniable, but that's the fact, and people still flock to live here. This city always gives you a glimmer of hope, be it a lie or an illusion, but it's right there, seemingly within reach, making you risk your life for it. A psychedelic city. I am a dream chaser.