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

During a lull in the battle, the middle-aged man sat on a broken log near the observation post. He took out a letter that had just been delivered by a messenger from the spirit realm. The letter came from Eric Wood, the eldest son of his mentor, with whom he had become old friends. It was Eric Wood who had facilitated his advancement within the organization.


Today he had sent a letter, most certainly concerning the distinguished individual who had recently been causing a stir in Copenhagen.


With this thought, the middle-aged man opened the letter.


Section 540: You at This Moment (1)