The Final Trial (Part 3)
The weapons rained down on her, each one a deadly projectile materialized by the Light Magus in a desperate attempt to stop her.
But Cecilia was ready.
With each strike, she deflected the weapons effortlessly, her blade singing through the air as she shattered them one by one.
The sheer power of her presence seemed to distort the very air around her.
Despite the onslaught, she advanced, each step a reminder that she was unstoppable.
The Light Magus struggled to summon more weapons, drawing from his reserves as if trying to pull from an endless well of power.
His Endowment — the very essence of his Light magic — flared up in an attempt to keep pace with Cecilia. But it was futile. She was not just fast or strong; her Endowment seemed to be growing by the second.
The weapons he materialized were nothing more than fleeting distractions, dissipating before they even reached her.