"It's done, Master," Remi said, stepping back with a proud glint in his eyes, clearly satisfied with his handiwork.
I turned to face the mirror, and the reflection staring back at me was striking—dignified and refined, yet deceptively simple. A royal blue shirt with subtly puffed sleeves peeked from beneath the folds of my signature black cloak, the fabric whispering with each movement. Black trousers tucked into polished high boots completed the ensemble, but it was the finer details that pulled everything together. A sleek black mask, etched with sapphire designs, rested in my palm, waiting.
Around my neck, the pendant-shaped teleportation device glinted under the candlelight, resting right above the communication brooch pinned discreetly to my chest. And just visible beneath my aqua blue hair, the disguise-sustaining manastone earstud shimmered faintly, resonating with mana.
Everything was in place.
