A shrill whistle echoed through the city-state. Steel wheels scraped against soft wooden sleepers as the train plunged into the mist amid showers of sparks.
Monsters in the mist sang bewitching songs, turning flesh into muddy ground.
With the clatter of grinding gears, billowing steam burst forth like a rising torch.
In a world of despair, people struggled to survive, bowing before the machines in motion while prostrating themselves before the unknowable mysteries.
The city-state's guardian deity died somewhere unseen and unknown, and a new being was born from the divine corpse.
Would they worship it? Or fear it?
Fate has always come down to the choices people make.
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Lusita was born from the corpse of the God of Justice and Judgment.
It knew neither love nor hate, understood neither good nor evil, and had no feelings or desires.
It was just getting a headache from the ceaseless prayers of the God of Justice and Judgment's followers.
But one day,
the divine kingdom collapsed, and it had no choice but to flee.
It could only open the prayer of a random follower and choose a place to land.
The follower was at death's door. After chanting the deity's name, he raised his middle finger at the one he was praying to. "God of Judgment, f*ck you."
Lusita: ?
Huh?
For the first time, it felt an emotion called shock.
A steampunk, post-apocalyptic Western fantasy with no romance. I'm too busy to guarantee updates, and writing this story hasn't been going smoothly either. I'm trying to build up a stock of chapters... I might start another story.
Theme: Labor is the most glorious thing of all
