The threads of Fate were far lower than what a world with trillions of inhabitants should have.
It was as if only a few hundred thousand lived there.
"How is this possible?"
A chill ran down his spine.
"How can a world like this exist?"
Percival focused downwards.
He noticed a withering Fate thread moving around something invisible.
At first, he had not paid attention, but the more he focused, the more he realized something was wrong.
Where were the Fate threads of the trillions of Tartarus inhabitants?
Why could he not see them?
"What if… What if there are no inhabitants?"
A bold conjecture appeared in Percival's mind.
He looked around for clues to support his theory.
To his horror, the more he saw, the more he was sure of his guess.
Tartarus had no inhabitants. They were mirages. Illusions.
Percival's heart thumped loudly.
He started to piece together the clues he had seen.
"The world inside the Tartarus tree is a nightmare.
