fugazi-book

Ethan never wanted to save the world. He only wanted to survive it. In an empire of steam engines, cursed relics, secret bureaus, and gods best left unnamed, Ethan is a low-level guild clerk with one unimpressive spell to his name: Fireball. So he does what any sensible man in a dying age would do—he practices it. Every day. For years. Then the blood moon rises. A werewolf hunt goes wrong. A cursed collar appears. And Ethan realizes he may have made a terrible mistake. Because his “basic” fireball is no longer basic. As prophets warn of the end of civilization, nobles play their games, cults whisper to sleeping gods, and monsters crawl out of the dark, Ethan is dragged deeper into a world of containment bureaus, occult conspiracies, and increasingly questionable acts of heroism. The good news? He’s getting stronger. The bad news? His fireballs are starting to look a lot like falling stars. Read more exciting chapters early on Patreon https:///collection/2040909?view=expanded