"What is happening here?!" Sevar ground his teeth in anger and confusion, his mind racing through every possibility he knew, only to reject each one moments later because none of them matched the impossible scene unfolding before him.
What he was seeing now should not belong to a human.
Nor to any living creature that possessed a soul, a history, desires, ambitions, and a place within the flow of causality.
Even bacteria possessed threads of fate!
Even the smallest forms of life, creatures that lived and died without thought or purpose, left traces within the great wheel of causality and possessed futures that could be observed, influenced, and ultimately altered.
There was only one thing that displayed this kind of phenomenon...
Something that had countless destinies connected to it and influenced by it, yet possessed no future of its own, desired nothing, and was influenced by nothing, existing merely as a point around which the hopes of others revolved.
They were idols.
