Somewhere in the vast multiverse, Death stood quietly at the edge of a magnificent palace, silently watching countless universes be born and destroyed. Every second, Death received an incalculable number of souls. Occasionally, some slipped through the net—those who prolonged their lives or resurrected themselves through various means—but Death could not be bothered to deal with them. "You're just going to watch? Thanos can't succeed on his own, and you'll completely offend Donnie." A blurry figure came to stand beside Death.