Sofia stood before an old wooden mirror placed in the corner of her room. The mirror's surface was slightly cracked in one corner, but still clear enough to reflect her figure. Her golden hair was still a bit messy, but her body was already clad in a set of light battle armor white with golden accents a modified version of her old military uniform. This time, the outfit was reinforced with a special material, a fusion of magic and advanced technology, designed to protect against zombie bites and claws. She took a deep breath, adjusting the belt that held her dagger and a small communication device.
"Done?" Sylvia's voice came from the doorway casual yet teasing. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, her jet-black dress swaying gently in the morning breeze drifting in through the open window. Though her smile was warm, her eyes remained sharp as blades.
