At the beginning of all things, there had been nothing but dark void, until the void released itself and spat out the first conceptual ray of light. Thus, the story began.
Life began to flourish with an explosive outpouring, and under the influence of time, matter, stories, and everything else, the multiverse was born.
Every form of existence gained multiple possibilities and prospered across endless time and space.
Civilizations rose and fell, seas turned into fields, and The Void was forever changing.
With the reemergence of Multiverse 1, greed and desire began to spread through the darkness. Throughout the universe, countless intelligent species pondered one question: what was truly precious?
Perhaps that question would never have an answer. Clearly, different species cherished different things.
For humanity, perhaps it was life, along with the hope, unyielding spirit, and infinite possibilities it brought.
Life could take root anywhere. Life could bloom at any time. So long as there was somewhere for it to exist, whether in rivers, lakes, and seas or somewhere as small as a fingertip, life would always appear.
So long as reality required it, or the story offered an opening.
And when life marched toward uncontrolled, endless prosperity, it would evolve all kinds of negative forms—like tumors, like teratomas.
Deathstroke brought two women and an ape. Their destination on this trip was a multiverse ravaged by an excess of malformed life.
With Sepulchre serving as a bridge, they crossed the ruins of what had once been the Source Wall, then passed through a stretch of void. It did not feel particularly far away.
Because the distance surpassed human comprehension, it instead became a subjective experience of, If I cannot go to the mountain, then the mountain will come to me.
The bridge was completed, and the Boom Tube came