THE LAST FERALIN
In a world where the sun is dying, the last sacred mandala in the sky begins to fracture.
A hope, a celestial guardian, emerges from the clouds. He is a Feralin. His fur is black as night, marked with golden scales that glow when he roars.
His eyes are the color of a frozen star. And his roar... his roar can mend the sky or shatter it to pieces.
This feralin is the last of his kind. And the mandala has chosen him to make a sacrifice. To save the world, he must fly into the heart of the sun and reignite it with his own life.
But if he does, no one will remember his name. Standing at the edge of the clouds, he lets out one final howl.
Not of despair. Of defiance. This is not the end. This is the final dawn.