After internally and externally to the cat sitting on my shoulder, I slowly lifted it up, carefully holding it in my hands.
Lowering the cat in my hands, I walked closer to the World Tree's trunk before carefully grabbing one of its paws and touching it to the trunk.
...
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing changed or happened.
Turning back around, I attempted to back away, but even when I mustered half my strength, I couldn't move.
Looking down at the cat, I found the reason: its claws were embedded in the trunk, and it held on for some reason, like there was no tomorrow.
...That trunk's wood was supposed to be harder than metal; just what the hell is this cat...?
Letting go of the cat, I stepped back and watched the cat swinging its feet around with its claws attached to the tree like it was nothing.
Ignoring the odd scenery of my cat, I recalled that Albert had hit the palace door with power combined with the spirit.
