"Is it just me, or has this apartment seen the craziest things happen?"
"Shh. I'm listening to their conversation. Be quiet."
"What conversation? No one's even talking!"
The very personification of death, the being who birthed the elements, and the one who had written fate itself now stood around a kitchen counter.
The residents of Riley's penthouse often joked that their home housed the strongest beings in the universe.
Now, it was also home to the strongest beings outside the universe.
Riley's children sat in the living area, their knees propped up on the couch as they stared, wide-eyed, at the figures in the kitchen. Diana had already warned them not to eavesdrop—but of course, no one could blame them.
Fate had shared her circumstances, revealing that she hailed from an entirely different dimension—one separate from their universe—and that Riley Ross was creating trouble. Death and Elementia, however, had remained silent.
