Netherworld Space, Death Temple.
The Death Goddess sat upon the Silent Throne.
Slowly, she opened eyes that seemed to hold endless endings and rebirths.
Her gaze pierced layer upon layer of dimensions
and settled on the golden giant transforming above Earth.
"Oh?"
A faint curve of interest touched her perfect lips.
"Faith Armor? Raising his level of existence by force with the collective will of all living beings... Interesting."
As a Supreme Law temporarily residing on Earth,
she understood everything that had happened.
The Cosmic Demon wanted those few scraps of Star Cores from the First Universe.
She had no interest in such trifles.
What interested her was Earth, the First Universe's greatest surviving orphan,
and the ancient god whose every appearance in her thoughts made even a supreme being like her want to complain:
Pangu, with his thoroughly unconventional way of doing things.
As long as Earth's core remained intact and Pangu did not truly return,
the battle before her
was merely one of the countless conflicts that accompanied the rise and fall of civilizations across the cosmos—
a conflict somewhat larger in scale and involving somewhat more powerful participants, but still perfectly natural.
In fact, the demon's rampage had produced a vast number of souls,
sending business surging in Earth's many Death Kingdoms
and providing her with richer power from the source.
The Death Goddess was pleased with the outcome. Why would she intervene?
She simply watched as a detached observer,
enjoying this thrilling drama between "ants."
As for the demon's apparent intent to devour Earth?
The goddess remained unmoved. He's getting ahead of himself.
Earth had survived since the First Universe. How could its foundations be as simple as they appeared?
Since she had already been "woken,"
the Death Goddess did not return to her trance to