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

As night fell, with Keders' team retreating for a rest, Malin also activated the teleportation channel and led his own team back to Copenhagen.


The group of young people in the team didn't share their usual laughter because, over the entire afternoon, Chaos had launched a total of seven assaults. Keders' team had nearly lost half of its personnel—as the old man had said, Malin couldn't save everyone, because mortals can never block out the sky with one hand.


Yet Malin also witnessed the courage of mortals; these young people from the western provinces of the Northern Kingdom faced Chaos and leaped out of the trenches time and again, whether against fallen humans like the Chaotic Believers or the purest embodiment of Chaos, the Plague Messengers, they never retreated.


Section 534: Bright Mirror (1)