Destiny
Deep in the Garden of Destiny, Destiny himself, carrying enormous pages on his back, was gently turning the pages of the Book of Destiny. Yet no matter how lightly he moved, the massive pages still made a deafening sound.
Destiny whispered to the Warrior: "A storm is coming."
Warrior... was there a response?
Destiny turned to the next volume of the Book of Destiny, and all fell utterly silent.
Then Destiny heard someone answer amid that soundless echo:
—I am the storm!
In an instant, every hair on the Nameless Old Dragon's body stood on end.
It was as if he had seen a storm—a tempest taking shape right before his eyes—yet before that, he had been completely unaware of it.
The problem was simple: the Mother of the Multiverse's power was simply too great! How was that possible? She had clearly failed even to find the composite. If the Anti-Monitor at his peak could stand against her head-on, then why couldn't the Nameless Old Dragon do the same now?
"Give me the power of the Baby Multiverse!!!"
The Nameless Old Dragon turned and roared at the World Forger.
He got his wish and took the thousand-pound burden from the Anti-Monitor's hands, only to realize that he had fallen into an even more dangerous situation.
But it did not matter. He still had other plans. The reason he had not helped the Anti-Monitor completely defeat the Mother of the Multiverse before was that, once victorious, the Anti-Monitor would become the entire DC Multiverse's... You think I'm going to say slave master? No. The entire Multiverse would be placed on his dining table and destroyed by him, allowing him to increase his energy.
Those universes would vanish without a trace within the enormous white wall of light,