More Than Just A Title

Just as Asher's silhouette faded into the skies, unbeknownst to Rebecca, another figure cloaked in deep red was standing atop another cliff, watching the same fading figure in the sky.

She pulled down her hood as a face exuding grace and captivating beauty was revealed. Her ruby-red eyes were fixated on his figure as she mumbled with an inscrutable expression, "Will this time be any different...?"

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The wasteland stretched endlessly before him, a graveyard of ashen ruins and blackened bones. The sky, once filled with embers of war, now stood eerily silent, the distant caws of carrion birds the only sounds that accompanied his aimless footsteps.

Asher walked, his boots dragging through cracked earth, the lifeless soil crumbling beneath his steps like the remnants of a past he could never escape.

A past that had just repeated itself.