A divided empire, a fallen god. Steam was at its peak and electricity was just being introduced.
Should you choose a mountainous mecha or a heavy steam armor?
Or... Sign a treaty with the unknown in exchange for a trace of divine power.
Everything is priced and there is never any generosity without asking for anything in return.
Some people want to overthrow the decadent empire, while others want to recreate the prosperity of the past.
The gods are always high above, looking down on everything. And we will never know that we no longer need gods
Those ants who go against the will of heaven should be admired the most.
The one who dares to wield his sword against fate is the real god.
I would like to write this book to commemorate the past.
Look how dazzling it is.
