Chapter 64: Charlatans and Martyrs
From every corner of the palace—beneath the furniture, around the pillars, behind the curtains—shadows bent and stretched.
They formed shapes, echoes of people who had once walked these corridors.
Guards. Cooks. Servants. Cleaners.
A perfect, bustling diversity—all made of darkness.
If you were watching from afar, you wouldn’t know the difference. The warm yellow light pouring from the palace windows cast dancing silhouettes of people moving about.
Except... it was practically silent.
Didn’t quite figure out that part.
Until I remembered one special book.
Yes, I had a book in the library that played medieval pop music when opened.
So naturally, I used it.
Let the shadows dance to the beat.
Devran watched the illusion in awe, sharpening his blade like he was enjoying a shadow theatre show. Scarlette looked like she was proud of me.