The Flaming Sword - [Rose]

The morning light poured through the tall windows of the manor, casting warm golden hues across the polished wooden floor. Alice stood before a full-length mirror in her room, adjusting the layers of her newly acquired armor. The reflection staring back at her was almost unrecognizable—her lithe form was draped in a blend of Eastern and Western influences, each piece meticulously crafted to balance elegance and utility.

Her snow-white hair framed her sharp, focused gaze as she turned slightly, inspecting the way the short kimono-style armor flowed. It was fortified with light western breastplates and shoulder guards, the metallic sheen catching the light as she moved. A faint shimmer danced across the runes engraved on the plates, glowing faintly as if responding to her presence.

[Feather-Weight], [Self-Mend], [Lesser All Resistance].