Fortune’s Verdict

In Heapspire Concord—“the Slag Heap”—the law doesn’t knock. It arrives, judges, and ends you.
Justiciar Rowan Vex is the city’s most infamous street judge: young, calm, and unarmed. They call him Judge Fortune, because bullets misfire around him, criminals trip over their own lies, and justice seems to happen wherever he walks. In a megacity built to keep world-devouring monsters outside the walls, that kind of certainty is a weapon all its own.
When a new rune patch goes viral on Whisperstream—promising beauty, confidence, and peace—Rowan spots the same tiny flaw in its ink that he’s seen on staged arrests and blank-eyed suspects.
The patch doesn’t just soothe. It edits. And the deeper Rowan digs, the more the city’s hidden waste-magic starts to twist into something alive—slag storms, warped streets, and fear sharp enough to crack the wards.
To stop a conspiracy that’s rewriting free will, Rowan will have to face the one kind of enemy his “fortune” can’t simply trip—someone who thinks control is mercy, and mercy is the only way the Slag Heap survives.