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

Clovis opened her eyes as if she had just experienced an elaborate dream.


She glanced at the bed and realized she was alone, the sounds of her sisters coming from beyond the closed door.


Looking at the ceiling, Clovis closed her eyes. The Spell Formation, "Return to Dream," was overlaying her thoughts. This time, she intended to reunite with her child consciously in the frigid world of Oslo, located in the Extreme North.


With her eyes shut, the heartbeat of the Rabbitfolk who counted the beats like drumbeats became gradually slower and more profound—until it felt like breaching the water surface, sensing the bone-chilling cold as the howling wind carried blizzards past the window. Snowflakes flew in through the broken window as she sat across from a tiny fire, facing Nanaquir Haus, the mysterious being who claimed to be her daughter.


"Let's go," Clovis repeated the dream, where all previous actions were already fixed, and nodded as she picked up the gun leaning against the wall.


Section 504: Wisdom is the Most Dangerous Weapon in Human Hands (Part Two)