Last Fight

The soil in the green space was soft, and the Holy Cat Statue was heavy and strong. It lost its balance in the air, then fell to the soil and ate sh*t.

When it raised its head again, its face was covered in mud, green leaves, and grass roots.

It no longer cared about cleaning its face. It looked around for the location of the one who had attacked it, because the moment it was attacked, it smelled a very familiar scent; it was the scent of its sworn enemy from 2,000 years ago.

When Fina suddenly appeared, it kicked the Holy Cat Statue in the back of its head, and used the power of the kick to change its direction. It jumped onto the railing of the streetlight, then stared at it from a high point. Even though it was dark, the fur on its body still showed a dull, grand, golden color.

The Holy Cat Statue glared at Fina fiercely. It was not wrong––it was its sworn enemy that had tortured it for thousands of years.