749. A Fissure Of Hope

"Meow?" Miraj's ears twitched as if someone was tickling them. His cute little nose blew out so much air that it was audible. He purred loudly and stared at Zenith with stars in his eyes. "You can see me?" 

"It talks!" Zenith exclaimed. "What is that thing?"

"It's a cat," Dalgan explained. "A small, sometimes wild, and sometimes domesticated creature of the human world. They can be friendly at times and violent at others."

Sylvester looked down again and wondered if it was his energy that surrounded Miraj, which made him visible. "Don't worry, he doesn't bite."

"Why do I feel this strange sensation?" Zenith suddenly asked. "Something feels different in my chest, something tickling."

'And there she goes, getting obsessed with Chonky's cuteness.' Sylvester sighed and noticed the two couldn't move even though they were hovering in a void. 'The eels are invisible, but they still occupy some space?'