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Once upon a multiverse,
There was a guardian who swore to protect it all.
Another man joined in,
With his morales in reverse.
The guardian stood tall,
And swore to win
This endless war.
The Anti-void was cold and silent. Two lone figures were inside, one wandering about and one simply resting.
As one would suspect,
The cycle broke.
It left a great effect
But none of the folk.
He was restless, searching for anything, anyone that wasn't the other skeleton. Luck just wasn't on his side.
Defeated on the ground,
The guardian fell.
The villain had won;
The death bell rang.
Miles upon miles, and yet, no one in sight. He searched for hours which turned to days, his magic not working, a portal not awoken.
The guardian was strong and didn't give up.
He would avenge the fallen
And punish the attacker.
He had to, for he was the protector.
With a last goal in mind, he approached the man responsible. What he found turned his fury to a thundering callous uproar.
The man didn't regret nor celebrate. His complaints of boredom filled the air.
The guardian once cheerful has decided,
The man needed cleansing,
Which he readily provided.
Their battle resumed,
The multiverse long doomed.
This intricate dance could fill pages for eternity.
And so it did,
With no observers left beside the men of boundless capacity.