Half-step Purgatory

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.
Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?
Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.
Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.
And the madness.

Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Mrs. Spotty stopped at the top of a small hill, lashing her tail from side to side as a warning to Malin that she had spotted something.


Malin carefully approached the hilltop and saw a small encampment with a pot set up, where eight humanoid creatures were bustling about.


To call these swollen, pus-filled beings human would truly be a stretch.


"They're Nagoth cultists, how could these maniacs be here?" Clovis confirmed the target through her scope, puzzled by the cultists' location, "We are still far from the deer with rot disease, aren't we?"


"Almost 500 meters in a straight line. This camp might be a lookout post. Fio, Lorrin, circle the camp to see if there's any hidden sentries," Malin ordered, as two tendrils of the World Tree Sapling began their encompassing move, one to the left and one to the right.


Section 438: John Wick (4)