***
{Outside The Projection}
Ah... here it was.
The Fall.
It had arrived.
A moment spoken of in every history book.
The moment when Cyrus defended all of humanity.
The moment when Malik assassinated him before them all.
Where he took his blood and...
Was that an exaggeration?
They had to see it.
And those who've already seen it?
They had to see it too.
See the truth.
***
{Inside The Projection}
Malik stood still as a statue, his golden eyes staring down from the mountain's edge.
Down at the Holy City.
It looked... tiny from here.
Tiny enough that he could see most of it.
A pearl next to a blue-green oasis... its main source of water.
He saw everything, gleaming marble towers that stabbed the sky, buildings layered on top of buildings, each one taller than the last, but again, none, none, compared to that monster in the middle.
The Holy Palace.
Up here, it was even more impressive.
