Dark Legion Dimensional Rift: The Breath Reversal. Dark Legion Dimensional Rift, #1
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- ISBN8231286836
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- Date de parution08/07/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
In the desolate techno-magical realm of Pangea, where rune-machines whisper truths older than gods. Between wraith, spectre, all currents through the bones of the land, a solitary figure begins his descent into mystery: Zephyr's journey spiraled violently into the chaos of Kahahn, a beastman tribe bearing ancient rights over bone, war, and memory. The machine never stops humming in Zephyr's hands who proudly began a new life from a runaway slave to a rune engineer. But Akar Vazhryil are too dense with disparity. From rigid industry to corrupt mayors, Zephyr questions his endurance as a stabilizer. And when he joins the guild of treasure hunters, the Arcane Delvers, everyone looks down on the mechanic.
This is not a hero's tale, only someone who survives because the world never looks the same through his eyes. The air is filled with numbers, and numbers never lie. His mind is forced by dimensional rift. Zephyr, the rune-caster turned investigator of the forbidden realms where every gaze is a scalpel, and every truth is filtered through greed, vengeance, or silence, What remains when logic is always filtered through wounds too old to heal? But machines never have hearts, even though their architects calls it the Harmony Engine.
This is not a hero's tale, only someone who survives because the world never looks the same through his eyes. The air is filled with numbers, and numbers never lie. His mind is forced by dimensional rift. Zephyr, the rune-caster turned investigator of the forbidden realms where every gaze is a scalpel, and every truth is filtered through greed, vengeance, or silence, What remains when logic is always filtered through wounds too old to heal? But machines never have hearts, even though their architects calls it the Harmony Engine.
In the desolate techno-magical realm of Pangea, where rune-machines whisper truths older than gods. Between wraith, spectre, all currents through the bones of the land, a solitary figure begins his descent into mystery: Zephyr's journey spiraled violently into the chaos of Kahahn, a beastman tribe bearing ancient rights over bone, war, and memory. The machine never stops humming in Zephyr's hands who proudly began a new life from a runaway slave to a rune engineer. But Akar Vazhryil are too dense with disparity. From rigid industry to corrupt mayors, Zephyr questions his endurance as a stabilizer. And when he joins the guild of treasure hunters, the Arcane Delvers, everyone looks down on the mechanic.
This is not a hero's tale, only someone who survives because the world never looks the same through his eyes. The air is filled with numbers, and numbers never lie. His mind is forced by dimensional rift. Zephyr, the rune-caster turned investigator of the forbidden realms where every gaze is a scalpel, and every truth is filtered through greed, vengeance, or silence, What remains when logic is always filtered through wounds too old to heal? But machines never have hearts, even though their architects calls it the Harmony Engine.
This is not a hero's tale, only someone who survives because the world never looks the same through his eyes. The air is filled with numbers, and numbers never lie. His mind is forced by dimensional rift. Zephyr, the rune-caster turned investigator of the forbidden realms where every gaze is a scalpel, and every truth is filtered through greed, vengeance, or silence, What remains when logic is always filtered through wounds too old to heal? But machines never have hearts, even though their architects calls it the Harmony Engine.
