[Steampunk × Cthulhu × Machinery × Dragon Tongue × Mysteries × Potions × Sequences × No Female Lead]
“Welcome to the Fog City, ‘lucky ones.’”
When the acid rain in the Rustbelt corroded the last remnant of civilization and scaled claws crawled out of the deep green fog, Selen Elton, Number 734, was chewing on moldy black bread. He still didn't know that the mark of the star orbit had long been carved into him.
The mysterious ancient script burned against his chest. A stitched monster's heart beat inside its leather casing, while the metal scales on his left arm devoured the Deep One's corruption. He thought he was an ant struggling to survive, unaware that from the moment he grasped that scroll of star-script, the gears of the end times had begun turning in his palm.
Hastur's whispers lurked in the Yellow Sign's fog. Iron-scaled monsters at the Steam Harbor chewed on living sacrifices. The deep-sea tongue chanted at Dagon's altar, awakening the sleeping Old Gods. Through a rift in the Kunlun Dimension, the eyes of an extradimensional being stared through the star orbit.
The black trench coats' stitching scheme, the Deep Sea Church's bloody rites, the hypocritical balance of ordered chaos... When the blades of every faction pointed at him, Selen finally understood: the so-called end times were never the end of destruction.
They were the beginning of “End Sequence: Extradimensional Return to the Void: Outsider,” the starting point for shattering the shackles of dimensions.
Here, monsters have no names, and only gods hold titles. Only outsiders who press onward through the star orbit and corruption can carve a bloodied path to survival for this rust-covered world beneath the gaze of the extradimensional.
