Cassandra and Mara moved cautiously down the brightly lit pathway, their footsteps echoing faintly against the metallic floor. The walls were marked with intricate carvings of feline figures—tails curling gracefully, claws extended in ferocious poses. Each image seemed alive, imbued with an energy that put both women on edge.
"Cat girl marks," Cassandra murmured, her sharp gaze darting from one figure to the next.
Mara glanced at her, her voice hushed. "Are we walking into a friend... or a foe?"
Cassandra didn't reply immediately. Instead, she raised her hand, and her green slime emerged, wrapping around her arm and forming into a large, menacing gauntlet. The faint glow of the slime reflected off the carvings, making the room feel even more surreal.
"I'm not taking chances," Cassandra said finally, her tone firm.
