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{Outside The Projection}
"Ohhh~, he wiped the floor with you all."
That was what basically everybody was thinking.
But not a single soul said it out loud.
Not one.
Why? Simple.
Because those kids getting tossed like dolls in the projection?
Those were their leaders. Their nobles. Their best of the best.
Roya—THE information broker. Noor—the Emperor of Light. Leader of the strongest faction in the west. Zafar—the White-Haired Prince, Leader of the Coalition, the "Untouchable."
Pfft.
Well... he got touched.
Pretty hard at that.
One old man near the back couldn't take it anymore.
"HAHAAHHAHA! He got folded like bread dough!"
It was the same troll that always clowned on Zafar.
"Folded?"
His friend, the sandal-throwing troll, whispered back:
"He got uncle'd, brother. Just... CRACK!"
"Sent him flying—pfhahaha—"
"SHHH!!"
The elders next to them glared.
But even they couldn't pretend they weren't shook up by it.
