Zafar, who definitely would've disagreed with that, was nowhere to be seen, abandoning his group of yes-men, if they even remained in the hall anymore.
Right, it wasn't only Safira and her people that left, but he did too.
He had secretly joined them, walking behind them while they were none the wiser.
They needed to be extremely lucky down in Al-Fawra, and who better to be there than him?
Of course, if they knew that he was coming along with them, then there was a high possibility that chaos would ensue; they did not trust him or his 'redemption.'
He saw that as plain as day, even as he kneeled for his only Lord.
So, instead of ruining it or wasting everyone's time, Zafar stayed hidden and followed them through the streets of the Holy City.
Even now, they were quiet, perhaps processing just what they were about to do.
It might only be the Fourth Layer, but reaching it really wasn't as easy as Malik made it out to be.
Especially not for the Jinn and Nadhirs he walked behind.
