Dawn Before the Martial Meeting
The morning was wrapped in a soft veil of mist.
At the peak of Amethyst Summit Division, the air carried the quiet chill of early dawn. Pale sunlight slowly crept above the distant mountains, spreading faint golden light across the bamboo forest and the stone courtyard before the training hall.
Dew clung to the grass like scattered pearls.
In the open space before the training hall—
Selena was already waiting.
She stood quietly with her sword resting at her side.
Her long white-silver hair flowed down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, slightly damp from the morning mist. The pale blue sash around her narrow waist fluttered gently in the breeze, hugging the graceful curves of her body.
Her snow-white robe fit neatly along her slender frame.
The fabric clung softly around her chest, outlining the natural curve of her C-cup boobs, while the slit of her robe revealed long smooth legs beneath.
Her posture was straight.
Calm.
