Meanwhile...
Deep inside the royal palace of Felmora, in a hidden underground escape passage, Queen Nyxa was running for her life.
The petite, blonde cat girl was gasping, her lungs burning as she struggled to keep up with Ravaine, a raccoon-kin Commander whose boots thudded rhythmically against the stone.
"What about the others?" Nyxa gasped, her voice cracking. Her crown was long gone, her golden hair matted with sweat. "My people... the palace staff... what happens to them?"
"Some made it to the secret vaults. Don't worry about them, my queen," Ravaine said, her raccoon ears pinned back. "Just worry about getting out of Felmora. It's over. It's not safe here anymore."
Nyxa's feet were screaming. As a queen who spent her days playing games and looking for any excuse to be entertained, she wasn't built for this.
Suddenly, Ravaine's ears twitched. she screeched to a halt, spinning around to face the darkness they'd just come from.
