@saberxfblue
Iridescent glow of magick throws a kaleidoscope of color and radiance across his floor. Cecil stands amidst the circle with glassy golden gaze, hands extended across the seals etched into the floor- offerings to the spirits of alchemical element rest on each cardinal direction, to be eaten in offering for the summon-- steeling and emboldening himself. There is no room for hesitation here. No room for doubt.
" Let silver && steel be the essence... "
The chant is second nature to him, drilled into his head since childhood, just muscle memory and application. Poised in grace, poised in surety. He holds out the catalyst passed to him from OLD FAMILY.
It rests, cool to the touch, in his palm, and is not particularly striking. There are edges of the chunk of stone etched with knotwork, but without the complete whole of it, there was no way to tell what it was, what it belonged to.
Cecil knows what it belongs to.
"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power, Come forth from the ring of restraints, Protector of the Holy Balance!"
&& Then there, in that wave of color and light forms a presence, forms a figure. Forms a knight of valiant armor who stands then before him. Before the piece of the ROUND TABLE OF CAMELOT held in his hand.
