Forgotten Light

“You wish to know who I am…” The voice spoke.

“…” Zavon silently waited for the mysterious voice to identify himself.

“I am the echoes of those who had been slain by the metal of injustice. I am the shadows of men long silenced and hidden from the light. I am he who rides the black winds of carnage. I am death himself. Prepare yourself, for when next we speak, it will be face to face. And you will know that your death has come.” the voice answered in riddles.