Azazel scrutinized Pamela with a serious expression, causing her to shift uncomfortably under his gaze.
"Hey, if you're really a Goddess, then perform a miracle right now," Azazel challenged with a grin, crossing his arms expectantly.
Pamela hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "Uhm . . . my powers don't work that way," she admitted reluctantly.
Azazel tilted his head to the side, clearly puzzled. "Then how does it work?"
"It just happens . . . naturally," Pamela replied honestly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Huh?" Azazel's confusion was evident as he tried to make sense of Pamela's explanation.
"Her powers are just like Lethargia then," Vivi exclaimed.
Desira stepped forward, her suspicion evident in her tone. "Then just perform some unique magic for us. Show us what a goddess can do."