The old man with the blindfold waved his hands again, as the screens proceeded to change one more time.
Countless screens—by the thousands—flickered and changed from displaying variations of Ruination. And yet when they changed to display Noah's variations…
The countless screens were actually blank.
They showed nothing.
There was only a single screen reflecting the same image of him at this very moment!
All of the other screens had absolutely nothing.
…!
The scene was heart-shaking.
The Witness held an impassive gaze as he revealed a singular screen of variation—a singular screen of possibility.
"Out there, across the endless threads of reality, there are countless possibilities and parallel weavings of existence. And yet for you… your possibilities seem to be dragged in and contained within a single weaving of existence. Why is that?"
…!
The Witness asked that question.
