"We did it!"
Far away—no, that wasn't quite right. Where Riley was… distance held no meaning. He existed in a dimension entirely separate from this one, unreachable and immeasurable.
While Riley was violently spreading the religion of Fate in a realm beyond comprehension, back in his home dimension, his family was celebrating.
They had done the impossible.
With the combined efforts of Hera and her variants, the intellect of two Dianas, one Renna, and—most miraculously—a surviving variant of Bernard Ross, they had finally cracked the equation.
The equation that would allow Lucy and Renna to live—without unraveling they very fabric of existence itself.
And they had done it right here, in Riley's penthouse.
Laughter and joy filled the air. Lucifer was practically bouncing off the walls, jumping in excitement as he strangled Arthas in a bone-crushing hug. Arthas didn't even try to stop him. Instead, his own smile stretched as wide as it possibly could.
