The Mysterious Gathering Fog Door

In Backlund, where steam and fog intersect, secrets flow at every street corner. Tavel Yat Umr, a descendant of a down-and-out nobleman, woke up from a cold rainy night. He inherited not only the old house at No. 19 Minsk Street, but also an extraordinary destiny soaked in mist. When the mysterious bubble breaks through the glass and sinks into the eyebrows, the magic potion formula of the sequence 9 "bubble" explodes in the spiritual sea - the silver glow of the holy star lily, the morning dew of the four-leaf clover, and the ripples of pure water, weaving into a cocoon of the sequence that changes destiny. The subway in the foggy city roared through the sulfur steam, but Tavel's pen tip sketched a star map that transcended the times on the manuscript paper. When he put the ingredients of the potion into the deep sea crucible, not only the liquid was boiling, but also the mysterious side door that was sealed. Those suspended bubbles swallowed up his flesh and blood, but ignited the star ring deep in his pupils - the extraordinary power that can turn imagination into reality. Backlund's fog is no longer a cover-up, but a malleable canvas. He could make ravens emerge from the fog and make buildings emerge from the void, but he didn't know that this ability was drawing him into a deeper whirlpool. The shadows of war in the northern continent, the cries of children at the end of the alley, and the distorted faces in the fireplace flames are all looming in the mist. When Tavel's palm touched a real extraordinary creature for the first time, he finally understood: In this world of extraordinary characteristics, every ability is a double-edged sword, and every drop of mist carries the risk of contamination. At this moment, the fog in the Jowood District is condensing at a strange rhythm, as if waiting for the new children of the fog to unveil the first chapter of the mysterious era. Lord of Mysteries fanfic + no heroine + self-created path