Everything before him shattered into fragments, but the illusion did not end. The visible space gradually broke apart and reassembled, and a new illusion appeared before Moriyue once more.
"So stop with these cheap tricks..." Illusions were dangerous because they made it impossible to distinguish reality from falsehood, but Moriyue had known from the start that he had entered the Tsukuyomi world. Naturally, he could not confuse the real with the unreal.
Moriyue examined his current body. It had become just as it was when he had first arrived in this world. This illusion seemed to depict the time when he had just arrived.
Except this time, Moriyue was observing as a bystander. Someone identical to him appeared before him, covered in blood, but that Moriyue seemingly could not see him.
This time, he had not obtained the Dog Talisman. Gravely wounded, he collapsed into a pool of blood in despair. As a helpless civilian with no talent whatsoever, his death had become inevitable.
No one remembered him, and no one cared. Moriyue died without so much as a ripple. No one mourned him; his death went unnoticed, just like the countless civilians swallowed up by war.
"If you have no strength, not even your death will be remembered. You vanish like an ant. That is how the world is. Becoming stronger is necessary."
Shaking his head, he watched the illusion before him shatter once again. At last, the Sheep Talisman acted.
No new illusion formed. The world before him was cruel, but incomparably real.
Everyone, including Ajisai and the others, was wrapped in threadlike strands like insect silk. They were bound by threads woven from their own dreams.
Meanwhile, the Divine Tree continuously drew Chakra from their bodies. Once the Chakra within them had been drained dry by the