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{Outside The Projection}
Azeem didn't really have anything to say about that.
He'd expected as much from his Lord—bare words, no warmth—but even so, hearing his name like that meant something. It meant everything. His lips twitched like he wanted to stop smiling, but didn't know if it was allowed. It was still surreal. The man he followed, fought beside, bled for—had picked him. Out of everyone. Him.
It didn't matter to him if the scroll was marked {low priority}.
Malik had spoken his name and actually called for him.
And now the whole realm had seen it.
Folding his arms, Azeem leaned back a little.
He felt a little lighter, for once, his chest wasn't feeling crushed.
But it was also heavier, because he knew what was coming.
That feeling was undoubtedly nervousness.
Again, it was his time to be shown on the projection.
Shown to the entire world, the final main piece to this story.
Seeing himself was definitely about to be weird.
