Just as Barbatos had not died despite being reduced to a single head.
With Lorgar deliberately holding back.
Doctor Manhattan, left with nothing but a bald, gleaming head, somewhat like a blue lightbulb, naturally had not died either.
He simply lay silently in Lorgar's hand, saying nothing.
Then.
Without caring what the other party thought, Orsaga placed him on the armrest to his right, making him a contrast to Barbatos, whom he had placed on the armrest to his left.
Then, as though idly fiddling with the round knobs on an old man's chair armrests.
Orsaga lightly patted both their heads and casually remarked:
"Not bad decorations."
"If I could take them back, they'd be perfect for inlaying into the gates."
At his palace, the gates were special things made of metal and flame.
Upon them burned endless fires, along with the heads of various powerful beings.
Beneath the searing flames.
At every moment, screams rang out from those heads that imprisoned souls, together forming an exceptionally fine piece of music.
Therefore.
His remark was no empty talk.
If he truly embedded them there.
Doctor Manhattan and Barbatos would certainly have blessings to enjoy!
At that same moment.
The ball of flesh Conrad Koz had thrown continued on its way, piercing through endless obstacles, crossing distant regions and countless universes, arriving in a new area like a meteor that tore through all things.
It was the outermost edge of the Multiverse (DC)...
Prometheus Galaxy.
This was where the Multiverse (DC) began, and also its frontier.
The thing known as the Origin Wall existed here.
Its existence was like an eternal, unchanging bulwark. Not only did it isolate the Multiverse (DC) from interference by external forces.
It also divided many regions within the Multiverse (DC).
And, more importantly, restrained the