Ghost

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{Inside The Projection} 

It had been weeks, perhaps even months, of Malik sneaking and fighting his way to Ghabeh.

The journey wasn't a straight shot—it never was in this cursed land.

Once he passed the river, there never came a day where he didn't spot a few Seekers.

They were everywhere, increasing in number the closer he got to the north.

Malik avoided them like the plague, sticking to the underbrush, crouching low, and just generally avoiding any open routes.

And the monsters?

Yeah, they weren't much better.

A couple of them had even been bold enough to attack him.

The first was some kind of oversized lizard with a face full of spikes.

It lunged at him from underneath, hidden deep in the ground.

Fast for sure, but Malik's shamshir was faster, slashing through its thick hide like butter.