Rise of the Cinder King

The world does not end with a whimper. It ends in a roar of

rising heat. When the night turns to ash, only the strongest sparks remain to

burn. He walks where the shadows are burnt away, a ghost in

a machine of fire. Every step is a spark. Every breath he

takes is a warning to the cold. A controlled chaos born in the

furnace, ready to be unleashed upon the dark. Ignite the darkness.

Let the firestorm wash over the ruins of this city. This is pure

energy, unrestrained and beautiful in its lethal precision. Look directly into