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

Copenhagen enjoyed clear skies in the afternoon. Jason's satellite reconnaissance confirmed there were no thick clouds nearby, which meant barring any spell-related interference, the weather would remain clear for the next day or two. Thus, Malin gathered the team of young people and distributed equipment to them—white camouflage cloaks and hoods made of material that insulated against infrared detection, silencers made of an alloy inscribed with an Array that could withstand at least three hundred rounds, and rifles with high-precision barrels.


As soon as Sudel received his rifle, he hugged it tightly to his chest—the boy knew his stuff.


Malin sighed with appreciation and as the squad left Copenhagen on snowmobiles and motorcycles, he had Salis take off. It would search for a Chaos squad for Malin to use for practice with the youngsters.


Section 525: Bullets Are the Best Gift (1)