A streak of black lightning cracked across the ocean's surface, not from the sky, but from her steps. Each pawfall birthed a surge of unnatural force, warping the water momentarily before it calmed behind her.
A majestic tigress, vast in size and presence, tore across the waves as if the sea itself bent to her will. Her fur, pure white and ethereal, shimmered beneath the mid-morning sun, streaked with battle-born scars and glints of raw mana.
Upon her back rode a figure equally impossible to ignore.
Draped in obsidian, the young man sat with the quiet confidence of someone who had nothing left to prove—only promises to keep.
His coat fluttered behind him like a war banner, matching the darkness of his inner garments, trousers, and sleek boots. A jet-black katana—its hilt etched with unfamiliar, glowing runes—was fastened tightly to his hip, its presence whispering danger to any who dared approach.
