It was a perfect opportunity to save an entire species.
The frozen cats were in a half-dead, half-awake state, meaning waking them up was doable.
Nero's face was ugly, as tears streaked down her cheeks.
Jung didn't hide his laughter and made fun of her. "Don't cry, pussy cat. We will save them, just as I promised you long ago."
Not registering his words, the cat neared her kin, touching and meowing before them.
She was a queen—the leader of her community—and she was back to save them.
Her path was anything but easy.
Yet she still managed to find them, and using her void element, she melted the ice with a quickened heart.
Jung stood beside her, following her every step.
Silence descended as he supported her without actually doing anything, but his presence was enough for the cat to operate her wizardly spells.
One by one, the ice melted, releasing captive animals.
Maskera was a world where a single cat remained, lasting for centuries as their species was almost forgotten.
