Legeng of Thrynvail 110 mins

Beneath the soft glow of a crescent moon, Lyra sat alone on a worn bench, her black fur shimmering with faint violet streaks from her jacket's circuitry. Her sharp eyes scanned the quiet park, though her calm demeanor belied her inner turmoil. A small, jagged gem pulsed faintly in her hand—a relic of unknown power discovered during a recent battle. She awaited her ally, Ren, a fox-like rogue who might unlock its secrets. However, a mysterious figure appeared instead, their feline face marked by glowing tattoos. "You hold a shard of creation itself," they warned, setting the stage for a perilous journey.