Death was everywhere.
He was the end of everything, and the beginning of everything.
Death could not be eliminated like War, Famine, and Pestilence.
That was why he had nothing to fear.
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were not purely demons. They were more like incarnations of this world's laws.
When War died, he returned all war to the world.
So even without War, humans would still wage it.
Was famine caused by the land drying up?
No, it was prices. It was greedy capital.
There was a saying in the East: behind vermilion gates, meat and wine went to waste, while frozen bones lay along the roads.
The wealthy never suffered famine, because they controlled the food.
Famine was rising prices, human greed, and the evil of human nature.
After Pestilence died, the environment humans had ravaged would ensure disease still existed.
After they died, everything returned to humanity.
But John had intercepted some of it.
Including Death.
"Wizard." The skeletal eye sockets beneath Death's hood were empty and lifeless.
Yet they gave the impression that he was watching.
Death said, "You cannot face death."
"Actually, I've seen death."
John smiled. "Can you outrun time?"
"What?"
Clearly, John's question had caught Death off guard.
John turned both hands over and brought out the Casket of Ancient Winters.
An eternal freeze swept through the area, freezing time.
Death was frozen and drawn into the Casket of Ancient Winters.
John felt he was getting better and better at this.
Perhaps the next time he saw Loki, they could exchange some new ideas.
The moment Death was locked away, John could feel that something was missing from this world.
"In God's universe, everything should operate according to God's rules."
Now Death was gone.
That meant that from this moment onward, everyone