Arthur's mouth hung open, slack and unguarded, as he stared at the scene unfolding in front of him. For a brief, humiliating moment, he even rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, as if wiping away an illusion. Then he shook his head sharply, turning it left, then right, scanning the arena in disbelief.
Though it didn't help at all..
There were four.. no, five Razeals.
They stood at different points around him, some closer, some farther, their silhouettes overlapping through the water like reflections fractured by ripples. One leaned slightly forward, another stood relaxed, another appeared mid-step. And the worst part?
Arthur couldn't tell which one was real or not..
No correction. His instincts said that they were all real.
