Chapter 77: Did you just call me, little?

The initially unidentified pair slowly removed their hoodies, revealing the smirking face of Elysia and the nervous gaze of Avelina.

They drank in the scene before them; the room laid out in a chaotic display of brutal strength. The scent of blood lingered in the air, and the battered body of a man lay lifeless on the floor.

Elysia, with a confident smirk, stepped forward, her boot crunching against the shards of the broken glass scattered on the floor. Her sapphire eyes jumped from the twins, their faces streaked with tears, to Evelyn, looking much like a frightened rabbit, and finally, to Tristan, an intrigued expression dancing in his eyes.

"Well, well," Elysia began, her tone light and playful, belying the tension in the room. "Quite a spectacle you two have created here. It's not every day you see such raw, untamed power from the Espers, isn't that right, Tristan?"