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{Inside The Projection}
Malik moved on.
He was met with chambers, empty rooms, and signs of evacuation.
Good. He expected to see a few stragglers, which would've been somewhat of an annoyance to kick out of the Academy, but his people worked to impress, making his path smooth.
He wouldn't ever acknowledge it, but he was... lucky to have them.
Yeah... lucky. Anyhow, he soon reached his destination.
Noor's chamber.
The door was slightly ajar.
He opened it and made his way in.
Inside, it was quiet.
There was no sign of violence or struggle.
Absence was all there was.
Her bed was made, her books stacked neatly.
There was no doubt about it, she was prepared.
Malik calmly walked over to her writing desk.
A scroll sat folded on top.
He unfurled it and began to read it.
{You've ruined many of my plans, professor.
I don't understand why you did this, but...
It matters not.
While you burned the kingdom, I chose to run.
Don't follow.}
