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

Although Malin's warning was strong and forceful, there were still some who observed the drastic changes overtaking that Fatty Noble and, in a bid to reclaim their once splendid past, dared to take risks. That very night, seven elderly women and two old men came together, somehow penetrating the military's cordon, and drank the undiluted No. 1 Holy Water.


Three of them with questionable allegiances who drank more met immediate ash to ash, dust to dust. The rest, by the time they were found, had been transformed by Holy Energy into beings only capable of repentance and seeking redemption.


The sacred energy is not merely Spiritual Medicine, it can save lives or judge those audacious enough to test its limits. As a species, the longer humans live, the more regrets and guilt accumulate. After all, there are very few who live a life as clear as a mirror, where all their actions are just, in this world.


Section 533: The Winter Campaign (Part 4)