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This turned them speechless.
Truly speechless.
So many things… so many things happened back to back, one after another after another after another. Concepts stacked on top of concepts. Events. Scenes. Things most never thought they'd witness, not even in dreams.
They didn't even know how to react properly.
A good half of them were still stuck back on Malik's words. The way he spoke—so long, heavy, and detailed. Describing himself as if he were looking straight into his own soul, peeling it apart for all to see.
His life.
His doubts.
His truths.
His sins.
His sacrifices.
His pride.
His pain.
His happiness.
All of it.
It made them pause.
Was this what all Mithqals had to do...? Speak like this? Pour their entire being out in the open? Or... was this something only he did?
