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

Raglov had finished speaking and opened a teleportation portal, the coordinates provided by Lord Malin. It led through a shallow channel constructed in the Subspace by the World Tree, a very safe area that would not be intercepted by Chaos.


Upon entering the new battlefield, Raglov had already seen Ails. He had switched bodies, a very standard idea for a Lich.


Raglov checked the souls he had harvested and found that the Lich had indeed not broken his oath; he had only harvested those Chaos souls that had not yet dissipated, including those of both Chaotic Believers and members of the Chaos warbands.


Chaotic Believers are not considered human, so if Lord Ails wanted to harvest their souls, Raglov wouldn't care—and neither would anyone else.


In the end, this Lich had harvested some six hundred Soul Coins, a yield with which he seemed quite satisfied.


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