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{Outside The Projection}
"YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"THAT'S MY GUY! DID YOU SEE THAT?! DID YOU SEE THAT?!"
"SCORCHED GRACE, HAH! A PERFECT NAME FOR IT!"
"THE LOOK ON THOSE BANDITS' FACES WHEN THE TRAPS WENT OFF—PFFFFFT!"
"THEY NEVER HAD A DAMN CHANCE!"
"A DEMON, I TELL YOU! A DEMON"
"That's not just talent. That's a damn prodigy!"
"By God, if I had an army of ten like him, I'd have conquered half the world already!"
The collective roar of the crowd was deafening.
Men shifted left and right, their blood boiling from sheer excitement at what they had just witnessed, unknowing of what to do with themselves or how to relieve their bodies of this excitement.
Women clapped their hands together, some shouted, and some just stared, eyes wide with disbelief.
Huda, perched back up on Crimson, hidden from view, stretched lazily, letting out a small chuckle at their reaction.
"Mhhhhhhhhhhh... My brother's quite the monster, huh, Crimson?"
