My Magical Senses Come from Illness

At the end of the Fifth Era, the light of the Magical Revolution failed to illuminate all corners. Deep in the fog of the Thames, a cry pierced the rain curtain. The aftermath of the battle between the magicians and the nobles turned the poor people's habitat into dust. Under the towering spiers of the Royal Academy of Magical Arts, Newton's laws hang high and Watt's creations roar. When the relics of the homeland quietly awaken, the whispers of the past penetrate through time. At this moment, silent truths scream in the din of steam and magic, and the secrets of East and West meet in the abyss of painful perception. He will bear the pain, pick up the broken inheritance, and in the steel jungle at the heart of the empire, he will pluck the sound of silence with a resonant string and ignite a completely different glimmer of light.