I was Ganthet, Ganthet of the Guardians of the Universe, a core member of the Quintessence—and the most important one among them.
The Quintessence had no clear leader. Generally speaking, we resolved most matters through meetings, and we could always reach a consensus. We had always shared the same interests and aspirations. That was why we had become a whole.
For example, this time, we had all instinctively realized that Batman Dragon and his plan were beyond saving. To be frank, although Batman Dragon possessed greater power than many of us, when it came to understanding the world as a whole, he was as weak as a child. Despite wielding Fifth Dimension God-power and the power of a Sixth Dimension God, he was nothing more than a muscle-bound idiot swinging a gigantic hammer.
If he had increased his understanding of magic or cosmic energy even a little, he would have known what a troublesome matter it was to try to utilize the Black Death. Any enhancement to the Black Death Emperor also enhanced death itself, and death pointed directly toward the end of all things.
As for those three Sixth Dimension Gods, I could roughly guess what they were thinking. To them, they would always have more choices than anyone else.
Previously, if the World Forger had never died even once, neither the Anti-Monitor nor the Monitor would have willingly joined the World Forger's Baby Multiverse. That would have meant that the World Forger could completely demote his two brothers when they entered that multiverse, placing them beneath himself—just as the Anti-Monitor had once been demoted into the mortal Mobius during the New 52 era. Not only had he gained the origin story of a mortal, he had also embarrassingly died once again in a battle against a four-dimensional evil