Chaos Erupts. The Blade Clan Attacks.

Elene woke up as early as usual, the faint glow of dawn seeping through the thin curtains of her modest room. She stretched lazily, her toned muscles rippling beneath smooth skin. With a sigh, she rose from her bed, her bare feet meeting the cold wooden floor. She tied her long black hair into a tight bun with practiced ease, the strands falling perfectly into place. Draping a soft towel over her naked figure, she padded silently toward the bathroom, the house quiet except for the faint creaks of settling wood.

The bathroom mirror was fogged from the night's chill lingering in the air, but Elene paid it no mind. She hung her towel on the silver hook, the cool metal brushing against her fingertips. The sound of rushing water soon filled the space as she turned on the shower, adjusting it until warm steam curled around her like a comforting embrace. The heat eased the stiffness in her muscles, cascading down her skin in rivulets, drawing out the tension from her body.