The meaning of flowing does not describe the softness of a cat. The weight it carries is more precious than the word itself.
The entity worshiped by the heretics of Vig Town is It, and most of the town's residents are Its casual believers.
"A divinity?"
Katerina looked at the silhouette painting, whispering softly. She held no special fondness for cats, yet compared to the various deities in the Barren Lands, a cat wouldn't inspire excessive fear.
She suddenly looked at Lu Li, who rarely showed a look of reminiscence and contemplation.
"What's wrong?"
"Just remembered something." Lu Li detached himself from his memories and calmly said.
"Do you know this black cat?"
The store manager gave Katerina, who offended the belief, an unfriendly look.
"Maybe."
Lu Li gazed at the silhouette painting, recalling the black cat he and Anna brought back to Seaview Cliff after Lady Merlin's death.
