The courtyard had grown quiet after Marie's dazzling transformation. The rays of the morning sun were reflected off the crystalline armor, sending streaks of gold, silver, and various colors that nearly blinded the others.
"Well… they are comfortable at least, even if they are meant to be metallic," Lisa finally said, rolling her shoulders as her various angelic white wings contracted. "So now all there is left to do is test our new armor… the only place we can get a good fight, though, will be the labyrinth."
The others nodded, though Alma was the one who voiced the lingering question. She lifted her hand toward the musical ring that hovered just above her waist. "But why do some of us even have these aura rings? The only difference I think is that they are for those of us that can't fly, possibly… right?"
All eyes turned to Marie. She beamed, clearly waiting for someone to ask that very question.
