Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 63: The Feline's Greed

Narinder woke in the middle of the night, feeling more aware than ever of his surroundings. Though he didn't need to sleep, the peace of the night had provided him with a brief respite. Yet deep inside, a restlessness lingered, and he didn't feel like closing his eyes again. Darkness enveloped him, and the moon shone brightly in the sky, offering a silver glow that illuminated his path.

He rose from the bed, the softness of the sheets quickly disappearing beneath his feet. He walked toward the teleportation stone, each step echoing in his mind as a reminder of the burden he carried. As he activated the stone, a flash of light enveloped him, and in an instant he found himself on the beach.

The sound of waves gently crashing against the shore greeted him, a melodic chant that resonated in his soul. The sea breeze caressed his black fur, bringing with it a fresh, salty scent that revitalized him. Narinder looked out at the horizon, where the sky met the sea, and the line between the two seemed to dissolve into the distance.

He sat in the sand, allowing the cold grains to remind him of his mortality, a connection to the world that he sometimes felt lost. The stars twinkled like diamonds in the vast expanse of the night sky, and he felt small, but not insignificant. He had been a god, a supreme being, but he was also a brother, a cat, and ultimately a being who felt love and pain.

The murmur of the sea made him reflect on his decisions, on the twins, and on his relationship with Heket. "Had I done the right thing?" he wondered. The echo of his thoughts mixed with the sound of the waves, and, despite his divinity, uncertainty weighed on his heart.

He stayed there for a while, watching the waves roll in and out, feeling the peace that only nature could offer him. Finally, he stood up and, with renewed determination, began to walk along the beach, letting the waves lap at his feet as the cold water reminded him that, despite being a god, he was also part of this world.

Narinder hoped to meet the fisherman, that friend who gave him the courage to seal Leshy. However, the beach was deserted, and the gentle breeze brought with it only the murmur of the waves. With a sigh, he decided to continue on, feeling curiosity guide him.

He walked until he came across the lighthouse, a structure that stood firm against the night. He remembered the moment when the lamb had rekindled the flame and repaired the glass of the lighthouse, a feat that had always seemed beautiful to him. Unable to help himself, a smile spread across his face, remembering how that act had illuminated the lives of so many pilgrims.

As he entered unannounced, the atmosphere of the lighthouse enveloped him. The air was impregnated with the salt of the sea and the soft aroma of wood. He looked around and found the pilgrims lying and sleeping on the floor, exhausted from their journey. In the center of the room, a small wooden statue of the red crown glowed in the dim light, a symbol of devotion.

Behind the statue, a pink axolotl slept peacefully, its skin glowing softly in the darkness. Narinder smiled as he recalled those moments when he watched the lamb help those beings, its unmatched kindness lighting up their hearts.

Yet, despite the warmth of those memories, Narinder's brave and heroic nature took over. He crept up on the pilgrims, his gaze shining. Bravely, he began to snoop through their clothes, taking gold coins and items of personal value. He found trinkets, worn combs, and lucky charms—things that, though worthless in monetary terms, were treasures to those who were pilgrims.

He put each find into his infinity pocket, his calm and generous smile countering the selfish nature of his action. He knew that those small items meant a lot to the pilgrims, and in his heart, he felt that he was contributing to a greater purpose, which was to make Narinder feel better.