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{Outside The Projection}
Oh, indeed, it was fitting.
Poetic to an unusual degree.
But Malik was wrong.
He did not fail.
They, too, were so very wrong.
Malik really had done it, the one thing no Sultan could do.
The one thing all their thousands of years of history failed to achieve.
That wasn't all; a question that they all had since the beginning was now finally answered.
Malik's curved sword, the one everyone sang about before his coronation...
It wasn't rusting away in the Holy Palace's hidden vaults; it was in Hell.
In its most dangerous Gate, the only thing that had stood till this day, stopping the Fall from taking over.
Their Sultan had made a sacrifice once more.
This was the end of his journey.
And yet even as the title dropped...
{End Of Volume Nine: Beneath The Olive Tree}
Sat in bold and black, obvious to them all...
The projection continued.
They had yet to see its true end.
Like Second Sun, it had more to tell.
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{Inside The Projection}
