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

"...there is indeed such a possibility, but we still need to find something, otherwise all of this is just speculation," Old Jack said.


"That's troublesome, all three of us appear as normal humans; if it's as Malin said, then even if that rogue Machine Soul sees our presence, it's unlikely to make a move," Gaiate frowned, bending down and probing into the wound with his finger: "...I've indeed felt something like the shaft of an arrow, very hard."


"Wait a second..." Suddenly, Malin turned to look to his left, where something moving had entered his sensory range.


Then, through his goggles, he caught sight of a thread of crimson light in the world of ice and snow.


"What is that?" Old Jack raised the gun in his hands, aiming at the shifting light.


"Spread out, we don't want to be in a fan formation," Malin said as he moved aside, gesturing for his father to get up quickly.


Section 506: Wisdom is the Most Dangerous Weapon in Human Hands (Part Four)_3