Level 100

In a world divided between realms, where the fabric of reality itself wove intricate patterns of existence, there existed a being shrouded in secrecy—the enigmatic figure known as the Creator. He was the lone human who had chosen to remain when his kind departed to their respective worlds, a decision that would forever set him apart.
The Creator was no ordinary mortal. Through the mastery of ancient powers, he had unlocked the secrets of immortality and transcended the limits of skill and knowledge. He lived a life veiled in obscurity, concealed from the prying eyes of those who might seek to harness his unique talents.
When the looming darkness of Azir's malevolence threatened to engulf the races, the Creator emerged from the shadows as a protector. His heart brimmed with compassion for the beings he had watched over in silence for centuries. Determined to shield them from the impending doom, he conceived a towering prison—the High Tower.
The High Tower was a formidable creation, a bastion of unyielding strength that would hold Azir and his allies captive. Its walls were forged from the very essence of the realms themselves, an impenetrable barrier between the forces of light and the malevolent might of Azir.
In his unwavering dedication to safeguarding the tower, the Creator sealed himself within its walls, becoming its eternal guardian. He embraced his role with a solemn resolve, knowing that the path he had chosen would be fraught with sacrifice.
Yet, as the eons passed, the void and Azir conspired to infiltrate the Creator's mind. Their relentless whispers wormed their way into his thoughts, like insidious tendrils of corruption. They seized the one thing that held his heart—the love of his life, his beloved wife.
Blackmailed and broken, the Creator's resistance crumbled. He lowered his guard, allowing the void and Azir to infuse him with the chaos aura of the void. Their sinister pact held his wife hostage, a cruel leverage they used to bend him to their will.
Empowered and tormented, the Creator became a force unlike any other, wielding power that could extinguish celestial beings with a single strike. His very presence became synonymous with imminent death, and to enter his realm was to embrace one's own demise.
Now, in the depths of his desolate realm, the Creator resides as a solitary figure, a testament to the depths of his sacrifice. His once-gleaming heart now throbs with void-infused darkness, a reminder that even the noblest intentions can be manipulated by the shadows of malevolence.
The tale of the Creator serves as a haunting parable, a reminder that the line between protector and prisoner, hero and pawn, can blur in the face of insurmountable adversity. His name stands as a symbol of both sacrifice and resilience, a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit, even in the most dire of circumstances.