[The last light of the old days has faded. We follow the dawn.] Humanity conquered nature, the world, and the stars, but never managed to conquer one proud, neurotic animal: the cat.
After leading humanity's desperate counterattack, the marshal hailed in history books as the "God of War" was gravely wounded and lost his memory.
Between the shadows of the phoenix trees, the white head of a cat peeks out.
#Humanity is utterly defeated before cats#
#How could a kitty ever have bad intentions#
#Observations from a biped's diary#
Amnesiac, beautiful marshal: Weak and pitiful, but can take down ten people with one punch.
Fierce (?) big cat: I have to protect my fragile biped.
P.S. Told from multiple perspectives, with a lot of flashbacks and interludes. Aside from the introduction and bonus chapters, most of it is in third person. Humanity is utterly defeated before cats in this story, so read with caution.
