Arcan was tired. He was determined to not fail again, not this time. This universe was the 5,092 one that he was sent to and he had failed all the others. He could never fathom the reason why he was chosen, to be someone with great power, with which he could try to save each of the universes he got sent to. Arcan had his guesses, but he knew that he would never be answered.
Arcan thought to himself, what if it was pointless, impossible. He quickly shook that thought out of his head, knowing that he would never know if he gave up. This world was an extremely lucky one, or unlucky depending on how you looked at it. There advancement in magic was impressive, even for him. Despite being an omniversal being, although unwillingly, he had never encountered one as advanced as this universe.
He stood up, and exited the cave he had appeared in. He needed to make his preparations and warnings fast, or there would be no hope anyways.