The Clockwork Huntress 



The gears of the Great Spire roared above the city like a metallic beast, grinding and hissing as if alive. Kiera adjusted her brass goggles, the polished lenses catching the glint of the sun as it pierced through the mechanical maze. Her feline ears twitched, listening for the rhythm of the ticking heart buried deep within the Spire—a machine that powered the entire metropolis.
She was the last of the Gearborn Hunters, sworn to protect the Spire from saboteurs. Her hands gripped the hilt of her steamblade, still warm from the recent skirmish. Around her waist, clockwork tools clinked softly, each gear polished to perfection, ready for repairs or destruction.
A shadow darted across the high scaffolding above. Kiera’s sapphire eyes narrowed, her tail swishing as the hunter’s instinct kicked in. The enemy was close—too close. They wanted the Spire, the heart of the city. But Kiera? She would make sure they paid in steel and fire.
The clock struck noon, and the world erupted in steam and sparks. The hunt was on.