First Bell at Abyssal Hall

Liria stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of her new uniform. The dark gray jacket, with its silver trim and high collar, fit snugly, emphasizing her lean build. The military-inspired design gave her an edge that felt both intimidating and practical.

[Looking sharp,] the system quipped. [Though you might want to wipe that sleep out of your eyes before you face the world.]

Thanks for the support, Liria thought sarcastically, rubbing her eyes.

A knock on the door interrupted her final adjustments. Enara's impatient voice filtered through. "Liria! Are you ready, or should I leave you here to fend off Milara's next ambush?"

Liria opened the door to find Enara already dressed in her uniform, which was similar to hers but had a more refined, tailored look befitting a demon princess. Her raven-black hair was tied back in a simple braid, and her midnight eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and mischief.