A thread of faint moonlight, passing through the gap left in the vault of the grand hall, shone upon a highly mystical silver mirror engraved with numerous inscriptions.
The moonlight refracted outwards, falling upon another mirror, and then transmitted, casting a reflection into a deep spring.
Between the mirrors, light crisscrossed like a river, and this thread of thin moonlight, through one reflection after another, grew increasingly radiant, more glittering and rippling.
With the inscriptions gleaming, the moonlight became like water, and at this moment, through the interweaving of countless mirrors, it seemed as if many rivers converged, ultimately forming an ocean made of moonlight at the apex of the vault.
'Mirror Light Sea'.
A serious and dignified man lay reclining in a chair, his platinum hair cascading behind him, clutching a longsword in his arms, from the hilt of which flowed a pale blue moon's glow.
