Oh, how he wished for an answer... an answer that he would never be given.
Behind him, the murmurs had barely begun to die down when the same particularly well-spoken group of old Magi threw in their two coppers.
A man stroked his beard of silver, his eyes fixed on Malik as if seeing something long lost.
"The Sultan unknowingly followed our Origin's teachings... He did the impossible."
Beside him, the scarred woman sighed deeply, crossing her arms.
"Impossible doesn't begin to describe it. We cheated. Had Holy Relics. Tools to keep our minds from unraveling. You all did, didn't you?"
Her amber eyes swept over the crowd, challenging them to deny it.
Those who met her gaze nodded one by one, not shameless enough to take her up on that challenge.
"The Endless Hourglass..."
Finding this conversation's direction interesting, Azeem decided to participate, scaring half the crowd silent in the process.
