The hero stood on the frozen peaks of the Northern Wastes, his glowing eyes scanning the horizon for any ripple in space-time. Since he became the Guardian of the Void, he hadn't closed his eyes once. His body was a machine of pure, restless energy. In the kingdom below, legends of the 'Sleepless God' were spreading, but no one knew the man behind the myth.
Suddenly, the air cracked. Three Void-Walkers—monsters with bodies made of obsidian glass—stepped out of a rift. They were fast, but the hero was faster. With a flick of his Gravity Blade, he increased the weight of the air itself, pinning the monsters to the ground. As he delivered the final strike, a fragment of a memory flashed in his mind: a girl laughing as she ate a red apple. He paused for a fraction of a second, the pain of the lost memory stinging more than any physical wound. But the duty was absolute. He crushed the monsters, and the memory vanished into the void forever. He saved a thousand lives today, but he felt more empty than he ever had when he was lazy.