...A Sultan
A man like him.
Or... was like him.
His dead eyes stared at the sky.
His mouth was open, frozen mid-word.
Mid-command? Mid-prayer? Mid-scream?
It didn't matter; he was gone.
Malik kept standing there, staring.
He understood what happened.
This, before him, was...
It was another who tried...
Someone who had failed.
"...Mm."
A hum.
Barely a sound.
He was acknowledging him.
A moment after, his eyes returned to the realm.
If there was no Path ahead, he'd make one.
***
{Outside The Projection}
Many gasps were heard, echoing in the hall.
Most of them were loud and collective.
...They couldn't believe it.
"...Wait."
"Wait. What… was that really...?"
"No way..."
They saw it right.
There, on the ground.
A human body, one that didn't burn.
A Sultan like theirs, only dead.
It made them realize a new, obvious truth.
One that snapped through the entire world.
"...He... He wasn't the first..."
Huda breathed.
