Burn The Whole World III

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{Sultan's Hall} 

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It was suffocatingly silent.

Truly. The audience felt unable to speak.

Every single pair of eyes stared at the projection.

Malik's anguished figure still fresh in their minds...

His trembling hands. His powerless body. His quiet mind.

The way his lips had barely managed to form those final words.

"Remember me... but forget my fate."

What did he even mean by that?

It was such a simple thing to say, yet it hit like a boulder.

Was he asking them to honor his memory but let go of the misery that came with it?

To see him as more than just some tragic figure?

Or maybe he didn't want to be remembered as the kid who couldn't escape whatever Hell had chained him down.