The golden light and the lightning slowly faded into the damp air of the underground arena. When the dust settled, two figures stood squarely in front of Lancet.
Both women were at least a foot taller than him, with their imposing, otherworldly majesty carrying to the ends of the vast, dark place. Even the summons of the Terrible Three felt their dark aura rivalled by the heroic magic of the two Legends.
Linzley's unhinged giggling completely stopped. Her eyes popped wide, and her jaw dropped. "Holy shit," she squeaked in her high-pitched voice.
Muskard remained perfectly still, his eyes locked onto the glowing heroines as he studied them.
Caelem's handsome face twisted into a look of jealous awe. "So... it's real. His powers are the real deal. It's really you. Astensia Valengard and Thor Stormchild."
