Cold. Dreary. Lonely. Monotonous. Maddening. None of those words came close to described the Carver's work, yet words meant little to the Carver. For a being quite literally as old as this universe itself, toiling without pause for millennium was nothing unusual. No living thing could do this work. Mortals, fragile and temporary as they were, couldn't even comprehend the celestial being, much less understand what its powers and holy duties were. That, combined with its business and an apathy to the plights of life, meant that none of the millions of Elysium's denizens even knew of the Carver's existence.

The Carver did much to deserve their praise. Sophist had sewn the ground with seeds and cultivated the crop, creating this plane of existence and shaping Elysium. However, without constant vigilance, the crop never could have existed for this long; some opportunistic creature would have found and eaten it, or it would have eventually yielded to entropy and died of its own accord. The Carver was to thank for neither of those two things happening, for since the moment it sprung into existence the being had been tasked with ensuring that the universe continue to exist. Any gratitude or acknowledgement from the meaningless mortals was both unnecessary and unwanted; duty was the only thing that the Carver knew, and distractions could induce a rage in the otherwise peaceful and solitary servant.

An unimaginable distance away from Elysium, far, far beyond even the most distant of stars, there was a light. It was a single orb of cackling, vernal light. This was the Carver, a celestial being whose body was nothing more substantial than a cloud of magical energy. Though its form would be huge by human standards, perhaps the size of a building, it was nothing compared to the vast emptiness. Here, on the very edge of the universe, empty space and utter darkness were the guardian's only companions. The Carver saw, worked, and even existed in a dimension higher than other beings could grasp. Trying to explain what the Carver was doing would be like trying to explain depth or volume to something that could only see or think in terms of two-dimensional objects. To put it simply, the Carver was carving, polishing, and filling in the cracks of a wall. This 'wall' was the sole thing that separated Elysium and its entire universe from the infinite, desolate, and strange Void that was beyond, ever eager to swallow up an entire plane of existence.

Using magic to strengthen and maintain this wall through various means was what the Carver was created to do. In the dawn of time, when Elysium was still freshly created, the Carver had met the Creator-God of this dimension. Sophist, as he was called, had warned the Carver of demons from the Void and other parts of the Multiverse. Sophist had implied that such monstrosities might somehow breach their way into the Universe and attempt to destroy it from within. However, that was a long time ago, even by the reckoning of a timeless being. The Carver had encountered neither Sophist or any other extra dimensional beings since then, and had of late been wondering if there was any merit to the Creator-God's warning. Demons skulking about and interfering with the Carver's divine duty was not a pleasant thing to think about, and the ever questioning guardian had to wonder if it was worth worrying about.

The Carver's thoughts abruptly stopped. There was some sort of ripple passing through the Universe, a wave of eldritch and destructive magic the likes of which the being had never before sensed. Instantly the Carver's mind was sent scrambling. Being a creature of habit and instinct, not knowing what to do was a daunting and new prospect. Still, the being's mind was far quicker and superior to that of any physical lifeform, so within the span of a moment the Carver had decided what to do. 

The Universe was one great block of wood, full of crevices, rough spots, smooth spots, knots, and holes. The Carver knew and felt every one of those quirks, because it had seen or carved or polished every single one of them at some point in time. The Carver reached out, sensing the ebb and flow of the energies in the background, feeling the grains of the wood, so to speak. The Carver found only tiny crevice that ran throughout the entire sculpture that comprised the fabric of this plane. And then, the guardian followed it. Comprised of pure energy, it was possible to move at the speed of light with next to no effort. The entity poured out its essence, abandoning the spherical mass of energy that it normally manifested itself as. Now, it would be even easier. One moment, the Carver was on the very edge of the Universe attending to the Barrier. That same moment, the Carver reappeared in orbit around the Source.

The Carver's first sight was horrifying: the Source had been the heart that created and pumped the magic that was the Universe's lifeblood. Now, the gas giant was no more than a fountain that spewed out entropy and destructive magic. Somehow, something had corrupted it. The once majestic, beautiful gas giant now resembled a crimson sea of fire and blood. The Carver did not have to look far to find the demon responsible; being so closely attuned to magic and the signature given off by this Universe, it wasn't hard to sense an extradimensional being. The Carver quickly manifested behind Zadok. The wretch's otherwordly appearance and aura, combined with how it stared at the corrupted Source marveling at what it had done was enough to instantly mark it as a demon. 

The Carver created, reshaped, repaired. Never before had the guardian been forced to destroy, to fight. However, it did not take long for the being to devise a strategy. The Carver coalesced back into the form of a great orb of green light. Then, without hesitation it began to mercilessly bombard Zadok with blast after blast of pure magical energy, meant to bend and reshape the demon's body into a cloud of dust. 

Zadok would likely be taken off guard once the Carver appeared behind him and attacked, but the Carver made no attempt to hide its frantic thoughts. They were broadcast telepathically, for any who knew how to listen and interpret them. Since Zadok had telepathically communicated with the Weaver many times in the past, perhaps he would be able to do the same with the Carver, and make the frenzied guardian see reason.