However, Tuck could still vaguely make out the intricate ecological veins of the main worlds.
"Although I can't see them, I can still glimpse some of the connections," he said.
"Deep within the vast Chaotic Universe, there are plenty of main worlds."
"And the main world I'm in..."
Tuck looked back at the ecology of the main world he was in.
Well... There was no longer any main world ecology.
This desolate and sinking main world was being relentlessly crushed under the ecological wheels of numerous other main worlds.
A dead main world had no say whatsoever, and could only be bullied by the ecologies of other main worlds.
In this group of main worlds within the Chaotic Universe, the main world of the Green Star Clan shone the brightest among the surrounding stars.
Tuck was scrutinizing the outside world through the massive mechanical window.
"The Green Star Clan is the most powerful tribe in our group of main world ecologies," he observed.
