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{Inside The Projection}
Malik wasn't worried.
He didn't give a damn about food.
Monsters? Please. Bandits? Pleeeeeeeeease.
Getting lost? Not a chance—all he had to do was stare at the sky-splitting wall up ahead, the northern edge of the world, and he'd be fine.
That's where the Well of Eternity waited. That's where he was headed.
And so, there was only one thing that mattered.
The snow itself.
His first few steps beyond the city, the snow punched him right in the knees. By the tenth, it clawed up to his thighs. Malik was gone by the twelfth. Vanished, reappearing a fair distance ahead, a gold shadow skipping through white.
His Devil's Footsteps remained incredible even here, but still, the snow fought back, not giving him an easy time.
