Lancet didn't rest for too long. Knowing time was of the essence, he picked himself up and dusted his clothes, tucked in his uniform and slicked back his ruffled hair.
The training room was as good a place as any to summon a created Heroine for the first time. So Lancet extended his hand and called upon the Unforgiving Princess.
The training room filled with a strange sound first, not a roar or a crack but a low, coiling hiss that seemed to slide under the floorboards and curl up the walls.
Green light bled into the air in twisting ribbons, followed by two long, serpentine shapes that spiraled around the center of the room as if they had risen out of a dream.
They were ultimately not snakes, but snake dragons — probably the very same ones Kestrel had bound in her swords. They were colored white and green, and for a breath they moved together like living blades of smoke and scale, circling each other with eerie grace before their forms thinned into shimmering magic and vanished.
