All of the students had flooded into the changing chambers, where the walls were lined with black mana-glass and rows of softly glowing runes.
Time wasn't wasted, and soon, the students began to emerge in their new suits one by one, the Abyssal Descent Gear hugging their forms like a second skin. The gear was sleek, black as the void yet alive with the faint veins of crimson and silver light that pulsed in rhythm with their heartbeats.
At the center of each chest, the small mana core throbbed faintly, pairing perfectly with the flow of mana across the student's bodies.
When the students moved, the suits shifted soundlessly, the faint sheen of reinforced threads glinting like the skin of deep-sea creatures. At the back, two crystal cylinders, regulators filled with pale blue mana, emitted a low hum, stabilizing the user's mana flow.
Miranda flexed her hands, watching as faint purple light rippled through her gloves, "Feels… weirdly natural," she murmured.
