***
{Outside The Projection}
The projection froze.
An incredible moment of impact.
Many gasps of breath were stolen.
Eleven years had crashed down all at once.
And Safira—
"W-What?"
Just stood there, her face stuck in utter disbelief.
The crowd behind her had paused as well.
What happened was too shocking.
It blindsided every single person watching.
Was this their fairy?
They didn't know how to react.
Eyes darted from face to face, searching for someone willing to say something first.
But no one did.
Safira herself didn't move an inch.
Her head dipped, eyes locking onto the floor.
Looking up—looking at that—wasn't an option.
She couldn't bear it.
A thousand thoughts had crashed into her skull all at once, each one louder than the last.
Wasn't she the one who always preached about being better than the people in this hall?
Wasn't she the one who spat on their treachery, their cursed rebellion?
I'm not like them.
I'm not a murderer.
