***
{Outside The Projection}
Their Fall had ended.
This was closure.
And now, finally, they could sleep.
Those were the same words he spoke back then.
When he stood alone in a wedding hall, surrounded by corpses.
A beautiful scene, huh?
Oh, yeah... it was beautiful, alright.
But not in the way most of them wanted to admit.
This was history playing out before their eyes.
That head—yes, that one, planted high on a spike—sparked more than just rage in the nobles back then, in their kings.
It sparked fear.
Big, soul-deep, sleep-robbing fear.
A humiliation that made them shudder.
Because that wasn't just any head; that was the King of Noor, the only king who held a deep connection with the West.
He was the bridge between two different continents.
What stood between the South and the West.
The Qantara.
And his head was just there.
A crownless skull stuck on a stick.
He wasn't even allowed his final words.
Not one in the hall dared to breathe too loud.
