8
Dex
With the battle behind me, I march toward the Prism Master’s palace. The facade looks fancy enough. In reality, the place is a run-down medieval castle made from gray stone.
It’s all one big glamour spell.
Approaching from the official gateway, the castle looks like it’s made from mirrors. And not the pretty kind you place on walls, either. The building is glamoured to look like a cluster of mirrored spikes that sit atop a mountain.
What a joke.
A winding path makes its way up the incline, ending at the main entrance. It’s also fake, but I still must scale the false trail anyway. What can I say? It’s a good spell.
As I hike upward, I glance over my shoulder. Behind me, a line of other guests makes their way up the same road. Their colorful silk robes reflect the moonlight.
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