After some casual chit-chat.
Death finally set down the wineglass in her hand and brought the conversation to the main point.
With a solemn expression, she slowly asked:
"What exactly have you been up to lately?"
"Why have strange things kept flowing into my domain?"
By "lately,"
she meant roughly the past two months.
As the Death Concept Embodiment of the DC World, Death had clearly sensed that certain obscure yet inexplicable things were constantly dying.
They seemed like things that existed outside the rules.
Though Death could sense them, she could not control them.
It was as though everything lay beyond an untouchable barrier.
Faintly visible.
Yet impossible to reach.
The emergence of this situation
immediately put Death on guard, without a doubt.
Her authority had been infringed upon!
Thus, she began a series of investigations into the matter.
However, perhaps due to carelessness, or perhaps because there had never been any intention of concealing it,
after following the clues and searching around,
she easily confirmed where the problem lay.
The Crimson Dimension!
As a Special Domain all along,
although all sorts of problems, large and small, occasionally arose here due to Orsaga's twisted sense of humor,
at some point,
something different from before had begun to stir here...
The existence of this place was like a Great Vortex swallowing all things.
It was continuously devouring vast amounts of time and space, along with one universe after another...
At the same time,
it was also spitting out incomparably strange things.
Things that should never have appeared here were forcibly brought into existence, like some patchwork puzzle!
Making all things unfamiliar, and causing the entire Multiverse, the Infinite Multiverse, and even the time and space beyond them to undergo some kind of change...
To put it bluntly,
this situation
had