SDM Codex 1: MAGITECNICA

Our Golden Age an Ultra Violet Grasslands Sequel NOW LIVE on BackerKit Crowdfunding! Noë breathed. Deep, slow inhale. Longer, slower exhale. Her introscopic daemon complimented her on managing her anxiety. She would have laughed, but she was afraid she might cry. She was alone now. Not even static on the headset. Annoying as Onion could be, at least he was human. Here, in this wizard’s shiptower ... not many humans. She opened her eyes a little and her stomach churned. Not so bad now that it was empty. The upsetting inverted colors and swimming perspective made her ill, but the breathing was helping. Behind her, the mirror portal stood solid, shut, and mirrorless. One-way. Well, she was where she wanted to be. Vorus Hafut’s real tower. Or deep tower. The epicenter of this timelost mess. The shadows glowed, the lights sucked at her eyes, the reds burned with ultraviolet radiation, the blues shifted into the infrared. Her Giger detector pinged with the threat of strange, corrupted alien