Martin believed that everything had its own logic.
Whether it was the chaotic Abyss or human society, where order intertwined, everything had a certain logic. They all developed according to certain patterns and had their own purposes.
During his travels through the Abyss, Martin had seen many strange races. The meaning behind their existence was unclear; the existence of those races was more like, "There had to be some kind of creature here to fill this scene."
But even so, from a higher-dimensional perspective, those races still had a purpose for existing. Perhaps it was to continue life, perhaps to maintain ecological stability. At their core, their existence was still supported by logic.
While waiting for the Creator's shadow to descend, Martin had been thinking about the logic behind the existence of this canopy.
He could only come up with one answer: this canopy had not been created by the Creator.
It did not fit the Creator's logic.
"There is another existence—some powerful creature, or perhaps some kind of law—that created this canopy so people would believe this world is controlled by it."
Although the canopy could influence reality to some extent, it was absolutely not as simple as "the Creator's novel."
"Maybe it is a Relic," Martin guessed inwardly.
A Relic called the "Canopy," capable of recording and altering reality. Its cost was unknown. Something had used it and left it here as part of a deception.
Martin vaguely sensed the existence of a "deception," but he still could not understand its purpose.
Was it meant to make awakened ones like them believe in a false truth?
Was it hiding something?
Martin had his suspicions, but he still intended to keep waiting for the Creator's shadow to return.
Perhaps he could glimpse some secrets within that hazy shadow on