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{Outside The Projection}
While Malik was off going to Hell—or, well, somewhere far worse—those on Fam Iblis slowly returned to... function.
A fair amount of time had passed since they heard 'His' words. Since their bodies collapsed and their minds flat-out broke. But thank the heavens, nothing permanent happened.
They were good... more or less.
Especially those in the hall.
None of them could even begin to imagine what Malik was feeling, standing face-to-face with... that.
'Fog' or not… that was not a being anyone should ever face.
Not directly or indirectly, and not in any lifetime.
The mere memory of 'His' voice made them tremble.
But anyway, the collective healing worked out. Even those whose minds were shattered into dust were now fine. Healed. Whole. Again, maybe even better than before.
And that... that included Roya.
Just as the hall was beginning to adapt, trying to normalize what had happened, Roya's camp walked in.
