The fire kept burning everything that had mattered the most to the man and it didn't stop, but he had no more spirit to keep up the fight against the inevitable doom.
His aged body was broken, all his sacred words were spent so his voice was mute, and the light of his faith had dwindled to a mere flicker.
"Feel the pain of time," said the Black Rider looming over the man's defeated form.
"Why?" The man thought with his question focused on the Black Rider who clouded his entire being; snuffing out the warmth of his countenance and his last flame of faith and hope.
"Everything comes to null."
The man braved a glance into the eyes of the Black Rider and saw... nothing.
"What have we done?" He finally realised the truth of all his life lessons and what the amassed sins of humankind had brought about.
"Everything comes to null." The Black Rider spoke again as his shadowy hand pressed the man's decrepit forehead.
The man writhed about the ashen ground as he felt all the excruciating ages of his time reverting back to null.
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