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{Outside The Projection}
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...So that was it, huh?"
A young Magi was the first to speak.
"That was his goodbye."
His voice was hoarse. Barely above a whisper.
The crowd around him didn't join or respond right away.
They were still paused, still watching the similarly paused projection.
Peace or War.
Light or Dark.
Past or Future.
Love or Corruption.
Heaven or Hell.
Death or Life.
The hourglass.
The empty Well.
The silence and Malik's last look.
...The crowd couldn't help but be possessed.
This was Malik's final goodbye, and he...
He didn't even turn around; walking away from heaven like it was just another hallway.
It was expected, of course. It was Malik; he never wanted comfort, he never sought an easy path, no... he wanted control.
He always wanted control.
The silver-bearded man grunted from the back, arms folded.
"That's what this all was, wasn't it?"
