I’d finished the sheet pretty quickly, but after that I was left wandering around while they got ready for testing. I could go almost anywhere. The stone I had would light up when it was time. No clue how long that would be though, so I killed time looking at more carvings in the wall.

  They weren’t much different from the ones I’d seen earlier, lots of repeats. I even spotted the one about “The End of All Magic” again, whatever that was supposed to mean. There were a few others with names like that, apparently called the Ten Greats. Each had a little blurb carved under them. Calling them “descriptions” would’ve been generous.

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  Four of them stood out to me: the Dragon King of Wrath, the Eldest of the Forest, the Unending Storm of War, and the Crimson Knight.

  When I asked around for more details, someone pointed me toward the library section. The clerk let me in, as long as I stayed in sight. Not much luck, there was only one book with anything more than a sentence or two. It was on the Crimson Knight.

  Apparently, the Crimson Knight isn’t a single person, but a title. The soul of the previous knight chooses the next, passing down their power. The book also said the Crimson Knight must never swear allegiance to any kingdom or nation. All of them made an oath to themselves.

  I asked the bookkeeper when the last Crimson Knight had been chosen. She said it was after some war about a hundred years ago, right before the last one died. No one’s carried the title since