No wonder he had found this world strange the moment he arrived.
Why were there so few birds, even animals, around?
Perhaps those animals had either become mutated monsters or been eaten clean by them.
What had happened to this world?
Were there still humans here?
Although Shattered Soul belonged to the Judgment Department, and by rights a Weird containment mission like this should not have fallen to him, maintaining human order was a rule every Contract Anomalist had to follow.
As long as he was a Contract Anomalist, he should not be an exception.
"I hope this civilization still has a sliver of hope for survival."
There had been plenty of civilizations completely destroyed by Weird.
They had encountered many of them.
Entire civilizations, entire worlds, left with only a few thousand or even a few hundred people.
Some had simply been left with no one at all.
With so few people, they could no longer carry on.
The flame of civilization would soon be extinguished as well.
Perhaps some people would think that destruction was simply destruction. After all, the endless universe contained countless planets and countless worlds, and beyond this universe were other universes.
With so many worlds and so many civilizations, even without Weird, wouldn't civilizations be destroyed for all sorts of reasons?
Was it really necessary for the Aberration Association to contain Weird and maintain human order?
Wouldn't it be fine to leave them alone and let them perish naturally?
But that was not how it worked.
Contamination spread.
Weird bred more Weird.
Once, Shattered Soul had questioned this too. He had asked one of his seniors and received an answer.
Weird were like cancer cells.
If they were not contained, one day they would spread rapidly until every flame of civilization had been extinguished.