Hour of the Clawed Sun: A Kzin Warrior in the Golden Mist
Amidst the skeletal remains of a city millennia past, Hr’isskar, a battle-scarred Kzin warrior, stood absolutely still. Towering stone structures, fractured and worn by countless ages, clawed at the swirling, heavy fog that embraced the ruins like a shroud. The air hung thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient dust. It was the…