The IllusionKnight

  Flames spewed out from within the Dreadknight’s helm, causing many in the audience to flinch and gasp. Inky smoke unfurled into the air above him.

  “Is this for real?” Dalton asked, shaking his head.

  Cole looked at him, relieved to finally have someone else with him who understood just how crazy all these experiences were. “It’s like the jousters at the Renaissance festival,” Cole said. “Except this might be a little more intense.”

  The Rogue Knight drew his sword again. “No need to wallow in theatricality,” he cried, swishing Verity through the air. The flames and smoke disappeared, some of the spikes vanished from the armor, and the Dreadknight shrank a little, though he was still half a head taller than the Rogue Knight. His sword remained enormous.

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