But the cat, as if sensing his presence, suddenly leaped out of the way, darting to the side with unnatural speed.
The general cursed under his breath.
This wasn't like before—this cat was fast, alive, and real. This wasn't some illusion or decoy.
This is the real one.
Fueled by anger and the need to protect the doctors, the general took off after it, his entire focus narrowed to one singular goal: capture that cat.
His hands itched to draw his weapon, but Dr. Mei's voice echoed in his mind, stopping him from taking lethal action.
I can't kill it... but I'll catch it, and I'll make it pay for this chase.
The chase continued, the general's boots pounding against the floor as he raced through the halls.
He could see the cat just ahead, its blue fur shimmering in the dim light, darting from side to side as if trying to shake him off.
But this time, the general wasn't giving up.
