A cat was on the floor.
A small cat.
Perhaps smaller than a kitten but- but the fluffy fur and the rather wondrous black color made everyone want to pet her.
Or it would have-
There was just one problem.
The cat- she was dead.
Or rather she died just after being free for one good second.
Skully tried to nudge the cat with his head but- the cat was just- dead.
He sighed. "We were too late. We gave them everything- fought for them, bled for them, died for them and this is how they treated us…" his tone, sullen.
Theo was shaken.
The Sahallas were just flabbergasted. Some were crying silently while others just stared- one of their gods- dead. Besides- they were the culprits…
The idea of fighting for someone and then- being betrayed- "Let's try the others- someone-" Was definitely not something Theo wanted to experience.
Someone- someone just had to be alive, right!?
