Nine Lives under a Black Sun

Summoned into the dying world of Maurowyn, you are hailed as the Ninth Soul, the broken answer to a ritual meant to call forth a holy Lion-Saint. Around you, the cat clans cling to drowned cathedrals, ruined dens, and ash-choked battlegrounds while the demon dogs of the Hound Host gnaw their way across the world. The cats are not warriors in armor, but desperate beasts with old magic in their claws, prayers in their purrs, and prophecy tangled in their fur. The hounds are hunger with teeth. And something else came through the ritual with you, hiding in your shadow, waiting to see whether you become savior, weapon, or feast.