Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

As thick fog blanketed the continent, and the nights grew ever longer, the mysticism of the steam age attempted to unravel the secrets of the black fog. Dragons tried to shatter it with their dragon-language magic. The proud elves were forced to leave the defiled Moonwell. Humanity's churches and empires began to crumble. In a small town on the empire's edge, Mil gazed at the girl before him, her wounds festering, and reached out his hand. [Race: Human] [Trait: Witch (Energy and Recycling)] [Unlockable Dungeon Module: Recycling Furnace] [Current Affinity: 18 (Unfamiliar), unlocking more affinity will increase building module yield.]