On the edge of an incredibly large cliff,  leading to a straight fall of several kilometers, sat a frail old man, his hair white as bone and his skin wrinkled and pale, slowly writing in a small notebook and whistling one of his favourite songs from times past.

Far below him, in the plains which the immense cliff overlooked, several small armies battled, the remnants of humanity dying pointlessly. The old man didn't bother to remember which members of the Apex controlled which army. He knew that they were all going to die today, either from their own sins or from those of others.

With this, the old man simply waited, starting to sketch several scenes he remembered from his past, with the most detailed of them showing a much younger version of the old man accompanied by 4 other individuals. He looked fondly at this drawing, chuckling softly as he remembered something.

The old man was interrupted from further reminiscing by the sound of 2 people walking behind him, having seemingly appeared from nothing. He turned around to face them, despite already knowing who they were.

Two very attractive young people stood there, one man and one woman, thwir bodies terribly injured and their faces showing a conflicting number of emotions, seemingly in disbelief of the old man's presence.

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The scene remained silent only for a few seconds, before the young woman finally said something.

"A-Alden? You're still alive?" She said, her white hair shaking with the emotion in her voice.

"Old-bastard!? How the fuck are you still here!? Those fuckers said they killed you!" The young man added, his blood red hair starting to burn from his rage.

The old man took a few seconds to respond, seemingly taking a few seconds to organize his mind. In fact, he was only doing this in order to mess with these two people.

"Hello Chas, Ang. Long time no see. You guys didn't have to worry, you know it takes more than having my house vaporized to kill someone like me, Ha Ha Ha-" His laughter was interrupted by intense coughing.

"I guess I don't have much more time. I want to say that I don't blame any of you guys for what happened. I just wish some people made different choices." He continued, his voice tired. He could see that the couple was preparing to react to what he said. He didn't let them, though.

"In a few seconds, Pride is going to lose her final battle and reject it, then everything will be over." As he finished those words, the sound of an immense explosion came from behind him. The old man knew that a growing sphere of destruction was quickly coming his way. 

"Dont worry, I'll make sure that things don't go this way again. See you all next time." He finished and opened his arms, embracing the destruction and being vaporized shortly after. The couple didn't have much time to react to his words, being destroyed only a few milliseconds later.

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In a different place, a different time, a young man opened his eyes, looking at his surroundings with excitement tempered by wisdom.