The Eternal Ascender

In dimly lit cell, sat a middle aged man. There was nothing remarkable about him. He was one of those that would gain no attention in a crowd. However, his eyes left quite the impression. They were deep red, almost as though they were filled with blood. He was devoid of any injuries and seemed to be in very good condition. If not for the chains that bound him, there was no way one would have pegged him as the prisoner. His state was a stark contrast to the young man who sat before him. The face that was supposed to be colourful and full of life was haggard and weary. He looked as though he had been shipwrecked and stranded on an unknown island for years, awaiting his rescue. His eyelids fluttered as he struggled to keep awake. The simple task of keeping his eyes open had become a monstrously taxing endeavour. He wasn't alone though. A man bearing many similarities to the young man sat beside him. He had his legs crossed as he carelessly chewed on a chewing stick.

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