Marie clasped her hands together, her eyes sparkling. "It's perfect, Ruben, just what I had in mind when I asked you to make these! As for you all, just wait until you see how they change once you put them on."

Lisa was the first to move, slipping her arms through the silver-white suit while still in the changing partitions provided for them.

Threads of the magical metal-like substance began to weave across her body almost by themselves after she touched it, forming an elegant piece of armor that covered her shoulders, waist, and chest.

A translucent skirt of golden feathers bloomed outward, glowing with a holy light. It fit seamlessly when she extended her multiple wings, which flared brilliantly.

When she stretched them, the armor seemed to sing with light, her presence almost divine.

Rubina did the same in another room. Unlike Lisa's, her suit ignited on contact, crimson flames warping the metal to match her form.

The chestplate shaped itself with sharp, corset-like lines that glowed at the seams, while her boots crystallized into pointed heels that sent sparks of embers with every step.

She even spun around to see the full effect of her armor as fire and shadow whirled together, producing what looked like black flames.

The effect gave her the image of a phoenix rising from darkness, though her wings, reminiscent of her half-succubus heritage, were more like those of a bat.

In another partition, Serana's armor manifested like a shadow given form.

Midnight silk interlaced with blood-red threads wrapped around her body, flowing like liquid fabric.

Jagged edges layered across her hips and arms while gauntlets encased her hands, each bristling with thorn-like protrusions that pulsed faintly as if alive.

When she channeled her blood magic, the armor shimmered with a red gleam, crowning her in the image of a Blood Queen, a title she had rightfully earned after claiming the primordial heart.

Alma's transformation was subtler than the others, yet no less striking.

As the metallic nano-probes Ruben had engineered spread across her form, silver and teal rippled outward from her chest, weaving themselves into a gown that looked as though it had been stitched to fit a dancer.

Frills cascaded down in fluid waves, flowing like ripples that would go well along with music, while protective layers settled naturally into place, pauldrons at her shoulders, a fitted breastplate, and a metallic skirt that blended seamlessly with the fabric.

The gown pulsed in time with her heartbeat, its glow rising and falling in quiet harmony as Alma stood in silence, taking it all in. The armor was light enough to allow her the freedom to sing and move, yet resilient enough to shield her in battle. With every motion she made, faint trails of color shimmered in the air, as though each step and turn left behind a lingering echo of her presence.

Finally, Alma smiled nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked down at herself. Her voice trembled with both excitement and doubt.

"I don't know what to feel about this, Marie… but… I really hope Logan likes it!"

Silvia's armor, like the rest, was just as dazzling. It gleamed in deep navy blue, traced with silver runes and sigils she recognized from her studies.

As the armor settled, the symbols extended outward, forming a glowing ring of runes that circled around her a little above her waist level, slowly rotating as if waiting for an input. The ring pulsed with a strange, otherworldly rhythm, resonating in harmony with her mana flow, yet its true function remained a mystery, even to her.

A crystalline visor etched with shifting runes appeared over her eyes, casting faint glimmers of starlight across her gaze. Draped over her shoulders, a long cape of deep fabric cascaded past her waist, embroidered with runes that shimmered like distant galaxies. When she moved, the constellations across the cape seemed to stir, as if the night sky itself answered her command.

Ruri's suit, unlike the others, embodied perfect contrast. Half luminous white, half deep black, the two colors twined together like yin and yang.

Her chestplate blended both tones, engraved with radiant sigils on one side and shadow glyphs on the other, each glowing faintly as if locked in eternal opposition.

Bracelets formed around her wrists, etched with opposing emblems: a sunburst of light on the right, a crescent of shadow on the left, each linked to ten ethereal rings that seemed to respond to her will.

A skirt of layered fabric hung from her waist, the front gleaming pale and the back trailing into flowing black. Her boots shifted in tone with each step, alternating between white and black as though marking the passage from day to night.

When she focused on the bracelets, the spectral rings began to rotate slowly around her body. At first, it startled her, but she soon realized they pulsed in rhythm with her mana, their purpose still unknown.

Her cape was short and split down the middle: one side glowed softly like a holy veil, while the other dissolved into a starless black mist.

Symbols of light and shadow glowed at the back of her hands, and her boots flickered with a twilight shimmer, as though she stood at the threshold of dawn and dusk.

Charlotte's armor took on the shape of a knight's regalia, forged from radiant gold and ivory.

Her golden chestplate was the first to form, glowing brightly as a pair of pauldrons emerged above her shoulders. They swept upward, sharp yet elegant, engraved with wing-like designs.

Unlike Lisa's aura of serenity, Charlotte's presence radiated judgment, as if justice itself had descended to weigh right from wrong.

Heavy yet refined gauntlets encased her fists, and from her side a short sword of steel extended, locking into place against a belt before a sheath swiftly formed to protect it.

From her waist, a layered skirt of ivory and gold plates flowed down, striking a balance between mobility and protection. Greaves sealed around her legs, polished to a mirror sheen yet sturdy enough to withstand a battlefield's worst.

Charlotte's suit produced a large circular shield that began to form under her, lifting her slowly off the ground, before she willed it to stop and turn into a shield she could hold on to.

The radiant construct condensed into a type of round buckler she could wield; its golden edge seemed sharp enough to be able to cut an opponent.

Her cape, long and split down the center, rippled behind her. Ivory white on the outside and lined with gold within.

When all of them finished putting on their armor, they stepped out of their partitions and gathered together, taking in the sight of one another's new battle suits.

Ruben stood with his arms crossed, pride evident in his stance, while Marie squealed in delight, practically bouncing on her heels.

"You're all so lucky you each get to look different! Honestly, I wanted all of you in the same school sailor uniform," Marie admitted, her eyes sparkling as she darted from one to the next, inspecting their suits with glee.

"We will be the magical girl rangers!" she declared dramatically, finishing her examination as her gaze landed on Charlotte's shining armor.

"I think you're forgetting someone," Lisa said dryly, her voice carrying amusement despite the faint blush on her cheeks. Her own armor, though beautiful, made her feel a little more exposed than she was used to. She gestured pointedly at the one person who had helped design the armors in the first place.

Marie froze for a moment, then laughed nervously. "Oh… right. I guess I forgot to change into mine…" she admitted meekly before hurrying back into one of the partitions.

Marie stepped into the partition, holding the fabric Ruben had prepared for her. The others waited in anticipation; after all, she was the one responsible for what they were currently wearing.

The moment her mana touched the material, the metal shattered like glass, fragments scattering into the air. Each shard reflected not just her true self, but different versions of her: one smiling mischievously, another serene, another striking a battle pose.

As if choosing among them, the fragments swirled together, threads of prismatic light wrapping her body. Piece by piece, her armor crystallized into form.

The suit was sleek and fitted, crafted from translucent crystal plates that shifted color with every angle, sapphire one moment, ruby the next, emerald the moment after. Sharp pauldrons grew from each shoulder like faceted gemstones.

Around her waist, a skirt made out of layered crystalline fabric unfolded, each fold bending light like a prism. Her hands glowed as bracelets manifested, mirrored surfaces spinning lazily in circles and leaving shimmering afterimages with every movement.

Her boots formed last, sharp and angled, sculpted from crystal rather than metal, something she helped create, combining her own power with that of Ruben to make the nano-probes take on her own power over crystals.

When the final piece snapped into place, her aura ring appeared to have crystals that surrounded her, causing an even greaterr degree of illusions when she embewed them with power.

She raised her hand, snapped her fingers, and the illusions shattered like glittering fragments of mirrors that combined to make another crystal.

"Well?" Marie asked with a playful wink as she stepped out to meet the others. Her armor glowed like a rainbow, dazzling in its radiance. "Do I fit in with the magical girl rangers like the rest of you?"