Goddess of Death, mistress of souls, source, creator, and manipulator of every living soul in the universe.
She was also the most cunning and intelligent of the four gods.
Galactus's invasion of this universe had never truly been about devouring every celestial body within it. It had been about bringing death inside.
Death was not Infinity, Eternity, or Entropy. Though she ruled over life, her authority was blocked by the thin outer membrane of the universe.
While the gods fought, she had been observing from the sidelines. She discovered that Harry's bizarre extradimensional energy depended heavily on the emotions and emotional fluctuations of intelligent life—even drawing strength from the emotional fluctuations of gods.
Sure enough, after she killed every living being in this universe, the vast Psychic Network lost its supply, and that monster plummeted straight from the starry sky!
A force caught Harry and stopped his fall.
"And now? Pitiful mortal, your army is dead. You will be too."
The Goddess of Death took human form and appeared before Harry.
She was a breathtaking beauty draped in a black cloak, though she was not truly human.
But had everything really gone as she expected?
The survivors clutched their chests. The experience of dying was not pleasant, and being brought back to life was even less so.
After dying, they had not entered endless tranquility—instead, they went to the claims department they had been told about when purchasing Accidental Death Insurance...
This place was nothingness. At first, they would feel confusion. Confusion was the first step guiding them toward their claim, helping them anchor themselves in the Void Realm. It would guide them onward to the next place.
The next place was where they had to make a choice. Multicolored mist drifted through it, and they would instinctively grasp