After the incident, as though he had done nothing at all, Lancet headed to the same place where he had once stood with Astensia, back when all of this still felt new and uncertain.
Behind the senior Elementalist faculty had become something of a private landmark for him since then. It was here that Astensia swore him her oath.
The air there was cool and still. Lancet stood for a moment, taking it all in as he looked around. Why was he here?
Well, with everything going on, Lancet figured it was best to get his own matters in check before he moved on to handle external problems.
The first of these personal matters was Spectra. Now that Thor and Astensia were fully committed to being his Summons, he had to make the Mother of Demons do the same.
It would be trickier, but Lancet had cards to play. Letting out a breath of preparation, Lancet extended his hand.
"Summon."
Red smoke unfurled in a thin curling wave.
