"Hey, what I mean is... Bat. Do you really know what you're doing?
Chen Tao heard Death's whisper. Her voice was like a hazy mist on a summer night—clearly here to demand an explanation, yet carrying a faint, mournful melancholy like death itself.
Chen Tao wanted to move, but found that he couldn't move at all. Death had forbidden him from acting. Oh, don't even think about escaping her, would you? Especially now that you were already a creature of death. You belonged to her.
Death sighed. She held a withered flower to the tip of her nose and sniffed it. In an instant, the withered flower bloomed again. Life and death turned in a cycle within a single moment, and then the flower fell silent once more, just as the fate she was meant to proceed toward.
"This is the DC Multiverse."
Death said this to Batman Dragon.
In the blink of an eye, she transformed into millions upon millions of forms before Chen Tao. At first, she was a young girl, then a young woman, then a middle-aged woman, and finally an elderly woman in her eighties. Chen Tao knew that Death had no fixed appearance. When facing different people, she would take the form of their species. Sometimes she was white, sometimes Black, and of course, there were alien races as well—fishfolk, pig-like creatures, and all kinds of strange life-forms. At that moment, they blossomed across Death like fireworks. Death was not silence, but the final roar of life.
"In theory, the multiverse will eventually go to death, but not today. Do you understand? You're tampering with the multiverse's normal final outcome, just as you did to Earth-15 back then. But in truth, you can't solve every problem by poking an even bigger hole in it."
Death