Click. Like a damn key in a rusty old lock.
Now everything made complete sense.
Everything.
This… this was exactly what the Lady of Time wanted from him.
What the Prince of the Fallen and the others wanted from him.
And yes, the Prince of the Fallen was one of 'Them.'
Malik held no doubt about it.
It was so simple now... a bit too simple.
Their little "forced promise" back then wasn't for something that would happen. No. It was for something that had already happened. It was 'Them' patching the past. Making sure that even after Malik's soul went through change, the deal he made here, back then, or, well, right now, would still hold, despite the broken rules.
A simple mystery, so simple it made Malik's very soul feel dumber for not noticing earlier.
And it wasn't just his mystery... someone else had just figured it out too.
The True Sultan paused, blinked, and then chuckled.
"Oh ho…"
'He' grinned wide, teeth flashing like daggers in the 'fog.'
