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{Inside The Projection}
The man soon finished his speech.
It didn't take much, only about a minute or so.
When the crowd slowly began to disperse, Malik finally moved, pouncing on the man just as he stepped down from his makeshift podium.
...Figuratively speaking, of course.
"That was quite the speech."
The man looked up at him, sharp eyes studying him for a long moment before he grinned.
"Ah, a traveler with ears to listen. A rare thing these days."
"I try to keep an open mind."
"Do you?"
The man wiped his brow with a cloth, tucking it into his sleeve.
"Or do you simply seek entertainment?"
Malik shrugged.
"Maybe both. You have a name?"
"Faqir."
The man dusted off his robes.
"And you, Mister Pure Demon?"
"Sharp. Is it the clothes?"
Faqir nodded.
"It's far, but I doubt that it'd be a difficult journey for someone like you."
"Mhm. You're pretty smart."
"And you are dangerous... Never knew that it could be done alone."
"I didn't either."
