Vera’s POV
The next morning, I woke before the sun. Sleep had come in pieces — shallow, restless, filled with flashes of Lisa’s face and the weight of a wooden sword in my hands.
Still, I got up without hesitation.
After bathing quickly, I slipped into a fresh outfit, simple and comfortable — something I could move in. I tied my hair into a tight braid and stood quietly in front of the mirror.
My fingers trembled as I adjusted the sleeves. My reflection stared back at me — eyes filled with worry, shoulders held high, lips pressed into a thin, firm line.
"Today is the beginning," I whispered to myself.
The door creaked open.
"Good morning, Luna—" Rina’s voice froze mid-sentence as she stepped into the room, followed by Michelle.
Their eyes widened when they saw me already dressed, f
