A world where occultism and steam industry coexist, where pollutants, the Silver Society, and evil gods covet...
In the old calendar, 1888, London was being swallowed up silently by the roar of steam and gears.
The blood moon is coming, time is passing - the gears of Big Ben are spinning crazily on the blood-red clock face, and the Thames River reflects a suspended rotten city of London:
"Gear disease" broke out in the slums of the East End: copper wires crawled under the workers' skin, clockwork differential engines grew in their chests, and the "Philosopher's Stone" hearts transplanted by the nobles to preserve their youth became the core of their control.
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Mechanized cancer is spreading. In this city that will be reduced to the brain circuit of the old god, Alan Gerland, the extraordinary person who was given high hopes to defeat evil, cried in his heart.
"I feel like the future is very dark."
