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

Malin threw the dagger in his hand, toppling the furthest zombie from him onto the ground, and in turn, knocking over a rack behind it.


The sound of it being stabbed and hitting the rack diverted the attention of its companions to the other side, allowing Malin the opportunity to slap a Silent Barrier onto the hall with a silent hand gesture as quickly as possible, intercepting its scream and the sound of the rack falling down.


At that moment, the sizzling sound of the igniting flare no longer made any noise, when Malin pulled the trigger of his pistol, there was no sound of the firing pin striking the primer, and no dull thud when the bullet penetrated the zombie's skull.


496: Elegy of the bygone days (4)