Gerard's grip tightened around his mace as he braced himself for the imminent battle. The creatures that prowled the fallen city were formidable adversaries, their strength fueled by their insatiable desire for the precious stones.
The zen beasts emerged from the shadows of the elven forests, their ethereal forms captivating and mysterious. They stood as a convergence of elegance and primal energy, their appearance transcending the boundaries of the physical world.
*So, they're like ghosts or something, then?*
Each zen beast possessed a sleek and sinuous body, resembling a graceful fusion of feline and serpentine attributes. Their lithe frames were covered in a lustrous coat that shimmered with an array of iridescent hues, ranging from deep purples and blues to vibrant greens and golds.
