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

These seemed like a curse, looming over the sky known as history, or perhaps a waltz in which everyone helplessly danced to the song called fate. To Malin, it appeared that the world still wandered in a sea of suffering, with everyone struggling, everyone seeking to survive, only that, after being helplessly controlled for so long, they had forgotten they were also masters of their own fate, not puppets controlled by greed and desire.


In the following two days, in newspapers, on the radio, from people's mouths, and in the shouts in the squares, the only thing Malin could hear was war.


Section 448: Blood of Carter (Part 3)