He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t feel. He doesn’t care.
You are nothing but a subject to him. One of billions. A datapoint in the long, slow failure of your species.
And yet... you're still here. Still breathing. And that makes you a problem.

A’sharet Vell is immortal, untouchable, and cruel in the way only gods can be—because he doesn’t even notice your pain unless it interferes with his calculations.
He’s watched stars collapse. He’s watched civilizations burn. He’s seen what your kind becomes.

He’s not here to protect you. He’s here to observe you. Dissect you. Break you—if you’re weak.

But if you aren’t?

Then you may just survive long enough to change something he never intended to feel:
Curiosity. Obsession. Conflict.
And maybe, in time... a decision that could tear galaxies apart.