The Guardian Of The Multiverse: A Hero's Burden

Broken Beyond Repair

(Marvel, DC, images, manhuas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito/Adriel Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)

No POV

The morning air was still.

For the first time in months, Lux and Kayle slept—truly slept. No tremors in the walls, no screams just outside the window. No nightmares they hadn't already spoken aloud the night before. The weight hadn't vanished... but it had shifted. Two strangers carried some of it now.

In the apartment above the ruins, Ace sat cross-legged on the floor, half-listening to the girls breathe. Rest like this was rare. He wasn't about to interrupt it. Not when Peter was out doing what Peter did best—taking care of the rest.

Elsewhere...

Nanotech laced itself over Peter's skin like muscle memory. The Iron Spider suit snapped into place without a sound, adjusting to the shadows of what used to be a thriving city.

Demacia's bones stretched for miles. Streets cracked under the weight of old battles. Homes collapsed into themselves like lungs exhaling for the last time. Statues wept stone tears. He moved through it all with silent precision, avoiding patrols, logging patterns.

Nothing yet.

Until he reached it.

The Grand Plaza.

What once stood as the ceremonial heart of Demacia—its symbol of unity, law, and glory—was now a gutted monument of decay. Massive sweeping arcs of white stone bent overhead, casting long shadows across a plaza floor covered with cracks, blood, and ash. At the center stood a towering statue, likely once a king or champion, now blackened with soot and webbed with runes not of this world.

Thousands of stone pillars surrounded the plaza like judgmental sentinels, many of them fractured. Yet from high above, the layout remained unmistakable—intentional symmetry. This place was designed to be seen. To be remembered.

Now it was something else.

Peter crouched on a ledge overlooking the grand walkway below, eye lenses narrowing.

Portals.

Dozens of them.

Black-rimmed, unstable, humming with Dark energy. Soldiers emerged in formation—jagged armor, alien movement, eyes like dying stars. Others disappeared into the void, vanishing to gods-knew-where. Some of them barked commands. Others dragged screaming prisoners—what was left of them.

Peter's jaw tightened behind the mask.

This wasn't just a foothold.

It was a base.

A launchpad.

A factory of endless corruption.

And worse... the plaza pulsed beneath him, like the entire city was being fed rot from this very spot. Dark energy wasn't just leaking—it was being pumped. Forced into the veins of this world. Controlled. Stabilized by something or someone with terrifying power.

Anasis.

He whispered the name internally. The source of this entire mess. The reason this dimension was breaking apart under its own weight. Whoever—or whatever—Anasis was becoming, it had found a way to weaponize entropy itself.