A frigid snowy night.
The sun of a new day slowly rose.
The entire world was immersed in a crimson red hue.
On the roof of a skyscraper, a certain orange cat sat on the edge of the building focused on observing the scene below.
Behind him, an autumn clear blue steel sword hung in mid-air.
"Gongzi…" Shannu's voice resounded in the orange cat's Thought Sea.
"Hm?"
"Wouldn't it be bad if we stay here like this without leaving?"
"What do you mean?"
"Right now, Barry is stalling the Soul Shrieker, but with how strong the Soul Shrieker is, Barry might not be able to endure for a long time" Shannu was worried.
The orange cat yawned, then couldn't help but lick his front paw.
-----wait, I'm not a real cat, why do I have to do this?
