As I stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting the final folds of the intricate black outfit, a shiver of apprehension danced along my spine. The fabric clung to my body like a second skin, shimmering with an almost ethereal glow. It was a stark contrast to the chaotic turmoil that bubbled within me. My reflection was a testament to ancient strength and power, but I couldn't shake the nagging uncertainty that threatened to undermine my confidence.
"Are you ready, Luna Rosalia?" Leticia's voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. Her eyes, wide with admiration, met mine through the mirror.
"Yes," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. "I'll head to the archery range now."
Betharia gave me a nod of approval. "Good luck. We'll be waiting here for your return."
