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{Outside The Projection}
Useless indeed…
The coalition had been too fragile since the beginning.
Those in Fam Iblis, especially the hall, all felt... weird now.
They were quiet, but the quiet was full—full of thought, judgment, and that uneasy understanding that the mighty were not so far from the rest of them after all.
It was a strange thing, watching people they had been constantly told were outstanding, their very leaders, sitting around a table, bickering, arguing, and tripping over each other's pride and pettiness like street merchants fighting over a coin's difference.
Stranger still, when one of those faces belonged to Roya… who, not long ago, they had seen kneeling headless before her camp.
To hear her speaking again, calmly, like nothing had happened...
It had unsettled them, making the air feel crooked.
It was a very weird experience all around, reminding them of their feelings at the beginning of this showing.
