Silent Crescent

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{Outside The Projection} 

The moment the number popped up, nearly the entirety of the hall lost its mind.

"A hundred thousand?!"

"He's lying, right? That has to be broken."

"It's a Holy Relic, idiot. It doesn't 'break.'"

"Oh... ohhhhhh."

They all stared at the projection, watching as Malik tilted his head at the glowing number hovering above his hand, then casually grinned like he'd just knocked over a merchant's stall and found it funny.

"Even though it's undeniable... I still can't believe it."

"The Sultan really offed himself that many times."

"A hundred thousand deaths... just to get here."

That number wasn't just terrifying. It was ridiculous.

A whole new level of what the fuck.

And worst of all? Malik didn't even seem to be bothered by it.

Rather, he appeared to find the number a little less than he expected.