You look around in awe, your surroundings slowly blurring and fading into that of a plain of blackness. Falling to the ground you are met with hard, black earth, high curling plants circling you, spitting flames into the air. You hiss as your hands make contact with the gritty earth, leaving small cuts and blisters as you push yourself up, only to be met with crimson mist. Once the mist clears you see that the sky is a blood red, swirling portals of crimson and maroon take the place of clouds raining small drops of acid that burn onto your cheeks. The air is glowing red with fire and thick with smoke, ash and embers, the mere sense of it will make you want to run, but you can still make out small hills stretching out for miles, lit up like beacons with the burning plants. Suddenly you see something, up ahead on one of the hills – roughly thirty feat away. A cat. But not a normal one... It’s too big, neck too long, ears are too tall and the head curved slightly downwards. Due to the smoke you cannot make