Chapter 84

“Draw your blade!” Max Vizsla beckoned in open challenge. “Whatever you are, I’m not leaving until I’ve beaten you senseless. Otherwise this won’t sit right with me.”

“Is that so?” Darth Noctyss covered her mouth and laughed. “While you’re beating me inside an illusion, what do you imagine your body is doing out in the material world? Aren’t you afraid that once you defeat me, the illusion will shatter and you’ll find the Wren father and son lying at your feet, heads severed, dead with their eyes still open?”

Max said nothing. He simply opened with a ruthless downward cut meant to split Darth Noctyss from crown to chest.