The Rider's off-hand lights with fire, growing larger and hotter by the moment. Despite this, his host recognizes that voice, and stays the fires of hell. Those flames dance in his otherwise empty eyes and remains near the surface, but for the moment, vengeance waits.
"Why? He is guilty. One of the darkest souls I have yet seen."
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