Kicking off the ground, Cecilus approached lightning speed with Arakiya in his arms.
Yielded in the air as if to surround the range of Cecilus’s sprint, were many beautiful mirrors fabricated with water―― the surfaces of those mirrors reflected the white rays of heat fired by the Witch, and a boisterous dance of light commenced.
From all directions, lethal luminescence was chaotically fired, targeting Cecilus.
Cecilus: [I-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-ten!]
Amidst the berserk tempest of light, Cecilus ran through it as if he were dancing. He inclined his body, leaned forward, stretched out his legs, lowered his posture, and occasionally stepped over the light with long strides.