***
{Outside The Projection}
The crowd was not surprised...
Sure, they were not expecting the Well to look like that.
They were not expecting its position in the realm to be so far back.
Heaven and Hell weren't lost on them either; it was quite... poetic.
Neither was the Well's Corruption, nor its reaction to Malik's presence.
But... but... that was extra. Fluff on what really mattered.
The end.
The 'why?'
It was said again and again, this was expected.
Still, seeing it actually happen made them pause.
They had not yet said a word, their mouths sewn shut.
Even now, after the nightmare began.
They saw themselves unfit to speak.
Malik had undoubtedly gone beyond the believable in his life.
Beyond any and everything ever conceivable by both mortal and Magi.
And yet... and fucking yet, this before them seemed to eclipse all of that.
His one wish for every person that he lost was simple.
So simple, it could not be misinterpreted.
"Remember me..."
That was it.
