She leaned against the wall the moment she said thusly and removed the gauntlet equipped on her left hand. Staring at the armor that radiated a faint, golden light even in this shadowy darkness, she chanted the starting phrase for sacred arts.

A fleeting flash of light shot out as the chant, done several times more fluent than I could have, ended—the gauntlet had already changed its form into three pitons before I could process that. Perhaps Alice’s form transformation art had been more cost-effective than element generation arts, for it bore fruit even in our surroundings’ scantiness of resources.

(Alicization Dividing, 51)