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{Outside the projection}
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...Ah.
Right.
Second Shams.
Second light.
Second Sun.
That was the end of the volume.
That was the birth of the Second Sun.
That was the birth of a legend bigger than any that came before it.
If what he did wasn't worthy of that title, then they didn't know what was.
Indeed, a world's end was reached.
It was cut.
Yet it hadn't paused.
For the first time since the projection's arrival, it just kept going.
This volume, though complete, still had more to say.
Its true ending hadn't yet been seen.
So the people of Fam Iblis...
The crowd in the Holy Palace and its leaders...
They did the only thing they could do.
The only thing the world of the past could do.
Watch.
***
{Inside the projection}
With Malik's fall, the world remained silent.
No cheers were heard, nor any wails of sadness.
The flap of an owl's wings did not come.
Nothing did.
