Within the rainbow passageway, fragments of countless parallel timelines flashed past on both sides, each showing a different worldline.
Son Gohan traveled through the flowing light, his divine sense sweeping across fragment after fragment.
In some timelines, Son Goku was still alive. In others, Earth had already been destroyed.
The images flashed by like scenes in a lantern show.
Suddenly, one fragment made him stop short.
Beneath a gray sky stood collapsed buildings, saturated with an air of despair.
A purple-haired youth with a sword on his back stood amid the rubble, distributing food to several ragged disaster victims.
The image flashed past, but he recognized that figure: Future Trunks.
From the looks of it, this was still a ruin in the midst of reconstruction.
Son Gohan no longer hesitated and plunged headfirst into that fragment.
Son Gohan appeared above a stretch of ruins beneath a gray sky.
Below him lay the remains of a city, its steel frames covered in rust.
Several collapsed high-rises stood in the distance, their cracks spreading like spiderwebs.
Some people searched through the rubble, while others dragged building materials to rebuild their homes. Everyone was filthy, and their movements were slow.
He knew this timeline all too well.
It was a stifling, tragic, desperate world.
Effort could not bring salvation to their own world. Every survivor carried the weight of the dead upon their shoulders.
Son Gohan suddenly flared his ki and flew toward Trunks's presence.
In front of a makeshift relief station, Trunks was handing out supplies to the disaster victims waiting in line.
He wore a Capsule Corporation jacket and carried that sword on his back.
Among those waiting were elderly people, children, and middle-aged people missing arms and wrapped in bandages.
Trunks quietly comforted them as he handed things out, but