The instant Schiller arrived in the Death Realm, he felt a breeze brush against his face. An unusual presence surrounded him—not the deathly aura of the universe he was used to sensing, but another Death.
The universe where Thanos had snapped his fingers was not part of the Multiverse Schiller belonged to, but a Single Universe from another Multiverse. In other words, this Death was not the one Schiller had known before.
Schiller had actually known that long ago. That was why he had come to the Death Realm to negotiate terms with Death. If this had been Death from his original universe, she would never have let him enter the Death Realm. That branch would have been seized by an invisible force before it got anywhere near the heart, just like the Scale had been.
Sensing the aura of this unfamiliar Death, Schiller felt strangely at ease, as though he had come home. But then the breeze against his face abruptly vanished, and a figure appeared within the dense black fog.
Before Schiller could speak, the woman opposite him spoke first. "...Wait a minute. Why do you look a little familiar?"
Schiller was about to explain, but a piercing scream suddenly came from across from him, followed by a cry mixed with shock and terror. "You're Schiller??!!!"
Schiller froze.
"I'm Schiller." Schiller nodded, looking at the pale woman in a long black dress. "You're Death? Well, as you can see, I came here to..."
"Who do you want to resurrect?!" The goddess opposite him cut Schiller off decisively, speaking at a breakneck pace. "Tell me his name, take him away right now, and get out of my realm! Immediately, this instant!"
"I..." Schiller took a step forward, intending to speak with the Death Goddess, but a pale hand emerged