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{Outside The Projection}
The moment the projection paused, showing Malik standing at the base of the Frozen Wall, the whole crowd came alive.
"Look at that!"
"This is it, this is it!"
"We're finally gonna see it!"
"Another damn secret! Another piece of why he's so—so—"
The last one waved his hands wildly, unable to even find the word.
"You ever heard a Crowned Trail lasting that long?"
"No. No way. It should've burned out on the second day."
"And yet he pushed to the seventh."
"…What the Hell's he made of?"
"Even when he was so... weak?"
Saying that word felt almost sacrilegious considering what he accomplished.
Feeling the same, the scarred woman, not so far beside them, clutched the back of her neck.
"God… how did he survive all that? Seven days! Seven days in that cursed snow!"
"Did you see his fingers? Black like coal! And still—still he walked!"
"Oh, I saw more than his fingers..."
Another woman smirked, half-hiding her grin behind her veil.
