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{Outside The Projection}
"WOAAAAAAAAAAHH!"
"HAHAHAHAHAH!"
"WOOOOOOP! WOOOOOOP!"
"LET'S FUCKING GO!"
"LET'S GO SULTAN!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"THAT WAS SO INTENSE!"
"ALL HAIL!"
Such screams drowned out the hall, a chaotic mess louder than any before it.
Magi were hollering, laughing, slamming fists, and even tossing drinks into the air.
Some of them celebrated so hard you'd think they themselves had just pulled off the impossible instead of Malik.
Hell, a few looked more hyped about his win than they'd ever been about their own success.
These reactions weren't all surprising, though.
Context mattered.
And for the Sultan?
Oh, this context had them all losing their minds.
A beggar with a hidden past turned Magi, facing off against a being so gargantuan, coming out on top like it was written in the stars—how could anyone not be amped?
Well, actually, some couldn't be amped.
Not everyone joined the party.
