Castlevania, Demon Guest House.

Deacon snorted coldly, stepped on the ground and went straight to the zenith, and in the next moment, a high hot light penetrated all things, and swept through the huge mirror where he was before, nearly thirty meters high, with a pale and sneering face, like a clown's red-clothed figure, emitting an incomprehensible, incomprehensible, violent and strange laugh that would disturb the spirit just by hearing it.

Palm-sized mirrors are scattered around the room, responding to different directions and reflecting the other

Chapter 72 of "The Fantasy Archetype of the Moon": It's all the fault of the salty wet guy It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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