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

"Don't say it out loud, you fool," the old human Mage muttered.


The Dwarven Tower Master nodded: "I just... I just don't want the instructor's sacrifice to go unnoticed..."


"At least we remember him, may Truth be eternal."


"Yes, we still remember him, may Truth be eternal."


The Dwarf and the human looked at the child in front of them, adjusted something, and then asked to tighten the screws by two more turns.


After the Half-human mechanic tightened the screws, Malin felt his waist and finally nodded, "It's fine now."


The mechanics began to remove their tools, and Malin clapped his hands, looked at the Mages in front of him, and spoke: "Gentlemen, let's synchronize our watches, the time is now 0813 in the morning, at the second half of the minute."


The Mages took out their pocket watches to confirm the time.


Section 546: Walden Action (Part 1)_2