Eleza

Eleza and the Cat of Shadows

In a distant realm where the sky bled twilight and mountains whispered secrets, lived Eleza, the four-eyed swordswoman. Her two upper eyes saw the present, while the lower pair glimpsed fleeting shadows of the future. She wandered across forgotten paths, clad in silver armor etched with ancient runes.

By her side padded Nyx, a peculiar cat with midnight fur speckled with stardust and eyes that glowed a ghostly blue. Nyx wasn’t just a cat - it could speak in riddles and vanish into thin air when danger loomed.

One day, they arrived at the Ruins of Eryndor, where a cursed fog swallowed souls. Nyx’s tail flicked nervously.

"The fog sees, but does not speak. Step lightly, Eleza."

With her four eyes scanning every angle, Eleza drew her curved blade, slicing through illusions and phantoms that lunged at them. Nyx leapt onto her shoulder, whispering, "Left! The shadow stirs!"

In one swift motion, Eleza spun and struck true, shattering the core of the fog’s curse. Light spilled into the ruins as the shadows retreated.

Standing amidst the fading mist, Nyx purred, "Not bad, four-eyes. Not bad at all."

Eleza smirked, sheathed her sword, and together they vanished into the horizon.