***
{Outside The Projection}
The conversation between those two...
It was incredible.
They really couldn't say much else.
Malik, their Sultan, knew exactly who he was.
What he wanted and needed.
"It has to be me."
The hall felt smaller with those words.
It was as if every person there had been pinched inward toward a single point.
Yeah, he wanted to be the martyr.
Death was what he wanted.
What he saw he needed.
His long-awaited "break."
His death would complete his Silent Requiem.
Now, from that vague snippet, they understood more about it.
Malik's death would end his Silent Requiem and would "bring them back."
The 'them' here—they didn't quite understand who it was, nor did they understand where they'd be brought back to. Would it be here, the Holy City? Or to Fam Iblis as a whole?
The world, as well as the hall, with a few fluffy exceptions, had no idea.
Azeem, however?
He understood.
His face went very still.
