The obsidian sky crackled with residual energy, the air thick with the lingering scent of annihilation. Kael, moments before condemned to an eternity of silent nothingness, found himself abruptly ripped from the void. His vision swam, the familiar weight of his own body a stark contrast to the ethereal emptiness he'd just inhabited. He hadn't even had time to register the agony of his banishment before a voice, ancient and resonant as the churning of galaxies, shattered the silence.
"Free him now," the voice boomed, a physical force that sent tremors through the very fabric of reality.
Kael looked up, his breath catching in his throat. Before him, a colossal being manifested, scales the color of a dying sun shimmering with an impossible luminosity. Its eyes, twin galaxies swirling with power, fixed on a figure trembling before it – Arcturus, the True Boundless Tier being, whose inaction had condemned countless worlds to ruin. Arcturus, whose apathy had driven Kael to desperate measures, measures that had ultimately resulted in his own banishment.
"He saved countless lives while you sat idly by, watching it all happen," the Dragon God continued, its voice a cascade of celestial fury. "If you do not free him right now, you'll give me a reason to kill you right here and right now."
Arcturus, a being whose power was said to rival the very fabric of existence, shuddered. His composure, carefully constructed over eons, shattered like brittle ice under the Dragon God's unwavering gaze. The immense power emanating from the celestial dragon was palpable, a suffocating pressure that crushed the very arrogance that usually cloaked Arcturus. With a silent, internal tremor, a mere flicker of thought, Arcturus released Kael from his banishment. The Dragon God, its purpose served, vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind an echoing silence punctuated by Kael's ragged breaths.
The cycle, however, had already begun anew. Kael's unwavering dedication, his ceaseless fight against the encroaching darkness, was a relentless tide against Arcturus' stagnant ocean of indifference. He returned, again and again, to Arcturus' desolate realm, each time bearing the scars of battles fought and won, worlds saved from oblivion. He pleaded, he argued, he raged, his words a relentless barrage against the unyielding wall of Arcturus' apathy.
The first few times, Arcturus met Kael's pleas with cold indifference. He saw Kael only as a nuisance, a persistent fly buzzing around his millennia-old existence. He'd offer curt dismissals, accusations of recklessness, citing Kael's actions as destabilizing factors in the omniverse's fragile balance. Yet, Kael persisted, undeterred by Arcturus' dismissive tone.
Then came the anger. Arcturus' initial indifference morphed into seething frustration. He lashed out, his words sharp as shards of glass, his very presence a terrifying storm. He accused Kael of hubris, of interfering with forces beyond his comprehension, of disrupting the natural order. He threatened, he warned, but Kael remained steadfast, his resolve unshaken by the True Boundless being's wrath.
Kael's arguments were always the same: the omniverse was under siege from forces far older and more powerful than any single being; intervention was not merely necessary but vital. He presented irrefutable evidence—the shattered remnants of civilizations, the countless souls lost to the encroaching darkness—each a testament to Arcturus' inaction. He spoke of the responsibility that came with such immeasurable power, a responsibility Arcturus seemed determined to ignore.
The pattern continued for eons. Kael, tireless, persistent hero, tirelessly fighting the never-ending tide of chaos, always returning to Arcturus, his pleas echoing through the silent chambers of the True Boundless being's realm. The cycles blurred into one continuous loop of desperate pleas and cold indifference. Arcturus would experience moments of unease, of disquiet, even a flicker of something akin to fear whenever the Dragon God's shadow fell across his realm, a chilling reminder of the power Kael had unwittingly invoked.
Yet, Arcturus remained unchanged. The mix of emotions stirred within him—annoyance, frustration, fear, a hint of grudging respect—were all swallowed by the vast, unyielding ocean of his apathy. His inaction persisted, a testament to his crippling fear of responsibility, his unwillingness to confront the true scale of the threat looming over the omniverse.
The question remained unanswered, and the cycle continued. Would Kael's unwavering determination, his relentless pursuit of justice, eventually chip away at Arcturus's impenetrable shell of indifference? Or would their dynamic remain eternally locked in this dance of despair and unwavering hope, a testament to the enduring power of one man's defiance against the apathy of a god? The answer, lost in the echoing silence of the omniverse, remained elusive, hanging precariously in the balance, as the cycle inexorably turned.