He appeared out of nowhere—as if time had paused for a moment and then resumed its course, but now with his presence.

The Keeper of Infinity stood at the boundary of two worlds, where the past and future intertwined into an unbreakable stream. He was around thirty, yet his eyes held centuries—an abyss of memories carrying too much. He had witnessed civilizations crumble, stars being born and fading away, and how a single human decision could tear the fabric of reality apart.

But now, he stood in the shadow of a ruined temple, leaning on a staff carved from the very essence of time. His presence meant only one thing: the balance had been disrupted once again.