In the wee hours of the morning, all is still and quiet. Yet a deep fire burns. A fire that has lain idle...untouched and controlled. Now, upon it's release, even hell trembles in it's wake. The wrath, directed upon one foe...that shall be avoided at all costs...yet but one button pushed, and it shall loosed. No more avoidance. No more kindness. All that remains is the sheer and painful face of truth. Betrayed was the flame....so now it shall seek it's proper vengeance without prejudice.

Run....

Run far away.....

Even though there is no escape.

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