"MEOOOWWW!!!"
Sir Arthur had been cautiously tucked inside the wall's crevice when the feline suddenly felt the whole place had turned hellish. He knew if he continued to stay where he was, he'd eventually die an excruciating death.
He escaped his little hiding hole and scurried towards the direction Red and Archer ran moments ago. He hissed as his whiskers almost caught fire when a succession of flames erupted from the wooden floor.
Thankfully, his cat reflexes kicked in fast enough and he jumped to the side, out of harm's way.
Frantic almost half-dead vativaths had crawled in their attempt to escape their burning tree, however, their efforts were ultimately in vain. As the tree burned, their bodies began to spasm as their life force tied to the tree slowly weakened.
The fat cat who used to laze around Dorothy's apartment felt adrenaline rush through his entire system, making him sprint for his life in search of help.
