The celebrations outside were still raging, but inside the main building of the Royal Square, the atmosphere was quieter and had the feel of a place that was reserved for the most important of people.
Lancet stood near an angel statue, holding a crystal goblet of sparkling cider he hadn't taken a sip from. Beside him were Darian Vale and two other members of the Vanguard, Gideon and Cassian, all still riding the adrenaline high of the ceremony.
"I'm telling you, it's already catching on," Darian said, pressing closer to Lancet. "I've got Class Group-C and D making sure the 'Demon Dissector' nickname becomes even more popular."
Lancet groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'This again.'
"I don't know if you have to do all that, Darian."
"Are you kidding?" Darian threw his hands up. "Everyone has to know that you dissected a Demon Head! It's marketing, Lancet! Though..."
