The Vault (7)

The soft glow that bathed the chamber made everything feel serene. But before everything went down, there was one final thing that one needed to do.

"Vitalaira," I called, keeping my voice light.

[Hmm?] She turned to me, curiosity evident in her feline gaze.

"Climb up there," I said, pointing toward the chamber's walls, which stretched high above us.

[Why?] she asked, her eyes narrowing in confusion.

I simply smiled. "Just do it. Trust me."

She gave me a skeptical look but complied without further question. Her sleek form moved effortlessly as she scaled the walls with quick, agile paws, her movements feline and graceful. Within moments, she had ascended to a vantage point near the ceiling, her gaze sweeping over the chamber from above.

From her elevated position, I waited for her reaction, knowing what she was about to see would put the final piece of the puzzle into place.