The heavy tolling of a bell echoed in his ears. Beneath a sky shrouded in dense fog, the transmigrator Awen opened his eyes, still clouded with confusion.
Steam churned, and foul forces gathered in the shadows deep within the city. As the Bell of Fate swept the age toward its final hour, everything was destined to crumble to dust after the inevitable end.
A scarlet rust plague spread across the world. The consecrated sons of gods rotted into fallen monsters, while invisible fiends watched humanity from the shadows, whispering.
The silent terror of strange tales coiled over everyone's head.
Strange tales, evil gods, nightmares, spirit retainers...
As the Bell of Fate rang once more, he raised his head and gazed at the four pure, bright new moons in the sky.
Awen Solenmore, Aaron's legendary demon hunter;
A collector of humanoid strange tales, plagued by rumors;
A writer and detective who traveled through time in his dreams;
He put on his leather gloves, because he knew he would have his hands full again tonight.
“So, if you want to deal with me, you’d better see whether the strange-tale ladies by my side will let you.”
Awen said with a broad smile.
