Knights of Hathor

The night sky in Helendia is starless. Three hundred years ago, fragments of the consciousness of a dying planet fell into the ground, dragging down the entire starry sky. There are only two moons left in the sky - the permanent moon is nailed to the top of the zenith and the Li moon wanders along the horizon. Fourteen-year-old Lars Walder has only one goal: to stay alive. He is the illegitimate son of the Iron Crown King. His mother Eileen was poisoned by the queen. He and his eleven-year-old sister Lena were on the run for three years. The archbishop gave them the last address - the border coal mining town Luomei Town, where there were two people who owed his mother's life. Old Hagen, a retired machinist sergeant, had his left eye blinded by molten iron. He taught Lars how to repair the steam engine, saying that the rivets must not be knocked dead, but must be left to breathe. Grim, a retired king-level knight, was blinded by an orc iron cannon. He taught Lars to pierce the cracks of his nails, saying that he should look at his shoulders instead of the knife. But their pursuers had already arrived at the ferry. Sewell, a former interrogator of the Iron Army Intelligence Department, chased them for three years, killing seven of their colleagues on the way - not to silence them, but to screen them. He was the only one worthy of pursuing these siblings. What he wants is not the head, but the thing in Lars' body: the talent of being able to sense the pulse of steam mechas without training, which is possessed by no more than three people in Helendia. Sewell was in no hurry to take action. He is waiting. Wait for Lars to wake up. Waiting for acceptance. And when Lars finally stood in the ruins of Coal Town and held the conduit interface of the mecha cockpit for the first time, he realized that Sewell had been waiting not for a day, not a month. It's a lifetime. Someone is waiting for him to become stronger. Someone is waiting for him to grow up.