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{Outside The Projection}
"...It's time."
Huda muttered under her breath, watching the just-returned projection.
Finally.
Finally... she was to see it.
Her uncle... fight her brother.
Her uncle... die by her brother's hands.
And weirdly? She didn't care, not anymore.
Not after everything she saw.
Not after seeing what Malik went through.
Not after realizing what they all... never knew.
He could drop dead right here, and she wouldn't bat an eye.
But... even with all that... one thing didn't sit right.
No.
Something was off.
The history books were wrong.
This... this wasn't how it went down.
Or at least that wasn't the entire story.
She knew her brother... way too late, true, but still...
Huda knew who he was.
Malik... after all he'd been through...
After walking through fire, blood, death...
He wouldn't just assassinate Cyrus in public.
Malik had to have fought him somewhere hidden.
Somewhere quiet, private, away from prying eyes.
