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{Inside The Projection}
But that was all.
Just thrashing woes.
The Roc was truly dead~.
And the three, after healing Malik to a moveable state, walked to the mountain in the distance.
They reached it by the end of nightfall and the start of a new day.
Safira and Jasmine were beyond exhausted at that point, sleeping the moment they hit the cold stone.
Malik joined them.
...
The cave was dark and damp—the usual.
It wasn't the worst place he'd been stuck in, but it was definitely up there.
Once awoken, Malik leaned against the wall, cleaning his dagger from dried blood.
Jasmine and Safira sat nearby.
They woke up an hour or so after him, fidgeting and leaning on the wall facing his.
The tension between them was thick; nobody really knew what to say.
Every time someone opened their mouth, they thought better of it and shut up again.