It was a stormy night, the sky growling like a hungry beast. Rain lashed against the windows, but inside your room, you were lost in a war of your own—Clash of Clans. You had become a master of the female might: every attack was poetry in motion—Archer Queen sniping defenses with calm precision, Royal Champion leaping in like a goddess of war, while Archers, Valkyries, Electro Titans, and Witches painted the battlefield in elegant chaos. Only women. Only power. That was your rule. 😏

As you zoomed in to check your base, a blinding crack of thunder exploded outside. Before you could react, a bolt of lightning surged through your phone—your fingers lit up, the screen shattered into white, and everything turned to black...

When your eyes opened, the world was silent. The storm was gone. You felt warmth... and softness.

You were lying on Archer Queen’s lap—her emerald eyes watching you with a curious mixture of amusement and caution.

“He’s awake,” she said softly.

You blinked, stunned. All around you stood the heroines of Clash: Royal Champion rested her spear on her shoulder, smirking. Valkyries twirled their axes like they were ready to dance into battle. Electro Titan loomed like a walking storm, energy crackling in her hair. Witches giggled as their skeletons danced around you. Archers, dozens of them, sat perched on rocks and trees, silent and graceful.