Impossible.
Impossible.
Impossible.
...What does that word mean exactly?
Its meaning was obvious even to the common layman.
When something was not able to occur, exist, or be done.
This would be 'impossible.'
The meaning.
Yet, how many times had Malik achieved this 'impossible?'
Honestly, they lost count.
But still...
Still...
This 'impossible' they had just witnessed...
This mantle he wore...
The faith he Embodied.
Indeed, it was more 'impossible' than every 'impossible' that came before it.
And under the bright Shams of the sixth day, the world knelt before it.
They knelt before the Second Sun.
They knelt before Malik.
Not only lowering their heads like last time.
They put away all their pride and knelt.
Even those who couldn't have done so.
Even children, joining their parents.
No one was asleep.
They all witnessed it.
This historic moment in history.
This legend.
It was to be respected.
Only two remained standing.
Only two in the whole world.
