An original lore. A shattered reality. The Book of Fables was not just torn—it was destroyed into thousands of volatile pages. Now, the enemy has weaponized the fragments.
To save their universe, they must recover the massive, glowing stacks of parchment representing the weight of their reality. But the chronal stream destroys physical matter. They drop into eras empty-handed.
Sixty seconds to scavenge a weapon. Chronal fatigue poisoning their blood. Stripped of magic and forced to adapt to gritty, era-appropriate echoes of themselves.
1888 Street Enforcer // Echo
Broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, and entirely exhausted. Armed with a scavenged, rusted steam-train fire axe wrapped in dirty friction tape.
Manic Botanist // Echo
A hyper-focused intellect teetering on the edge. Forced to rely on raw chemistry and chaotic botanical concoctions scavenged from the local era to stay alive.
Constructs and Echoes weaponized by the Dual Proxies. These are not allies; they are the Phalanx Fodder standing between our heroes and the truth of their situation.
Victorian Riot Police grunts. Heavy, steam-powered armor utilizing solid white-iron rectangular chest slabs. They deploy in shield wall formations and utilize steam-powered stun-batons for close-quarters containment.
From world to world. Era to era. Forced to adapt to new rules, fight new enemies, and uncover the mysteries of their fractured timeline before it collapses entirely.
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