The Master of the Strange Realm

Steampunk, magic secrets, the moon god, and the gift of strange lands are the keywords of the new world.
Time has hurried to the end of the eighteenth month, and the epic of the years has turned to the last page.
Under the foggy sky, the traverser opened his confused eyes.
The world tree is still young, and the steam industry is rooted in the intricate three kingdoms;
The twin demons came to the world, and in the shadows and whispers, they peeped at the world with malice;
The undead hid in the city, looking up at the sky covered with gray fog, sighing for the innocent people's wronged lives;
The real phantom sat behind the curtain, waiting for the arrival of the final day;
On the stage of fate, the figure flashed, and the leading role was still unknown;
The stranger looked up at the double moon, and the angels and evil things danced in the sky;
The hero held the holy sword in his hand and lamented the disaster that would come;
The uncrowned king hid in the shadows and secretly manipulated the changes in the world;
The midnight bell rang, and the cat jumped on the shoulders of the black robe. In front of him was an unknown road.