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

The Rat-man corpses were quickly dragged away by the laborers tasked with disposing of the bodies—Malin had them dressed in full-cover rubber suits. The members of the Benevolent Church, who were digging the mass graves, surely never expected guests to come at a rate exceeding their grave-digging speed.


Malin once again moved to the front of the team, this time followed by a squad of Half-humans armed with lighting flares and shotguns, responsible for illuminating the path ahead.


The Rat-men's hissing roar came from far away.


Their comrades could no longer respond, while the orderly footsteps echoed in response towards the distance.


459: Trouble Comes to the Home (Part 3)