In 2045, thunder magic and code are one and the same: both make things that shouldn’t exist disappear for good.
When thunder magic can’t smash a cloning factory, this wicked occultist decides to refine an AI overlord into her personal magical artifact, and, while she’s at it, open a company from the underworld in the cyber wasteland.
A saintly heroine? Not happening. The motto here is: “Better to blame someone else than reflect on yourself.”
Enter at your own risk, traditional cultivation fans who still use paper talismans.
