Thor and Astensia remained frozen for a moment longer, their wide eyes staring at Lancet, trying to parse what he had just told them.
Lancet felt like he had done his part with the introduction, so he sheepishly tugged Espel on her arm. "Say something," he whispered with the corner of his mouth.
Espel glanced from him back to the trio of female legends. Then she stepped forward measuredly.
"It is an honor to meet such revered legends as yourselves," Espel said, her voice smooth, even, and entirely devoid of the nervous tremors most students had when facing high-tier entities.
Spectra humored herself at the display. She tilted her head against her hand, a thoroughly amused, wicked glint dancing in her crimson eyes as she gestured toward her own chest. "Oh? Even I, little healer? You consider a notorious demoness a revered legend?"
