The jungle seems to hold its breath as the ground trembles beneath the heavy steps of an ancient, fiery beast. A massive saber-toothed tiger, wreathed in hellfire, emerges from the dense foliage, its molten fangs glistening in the dim light. Atop it sits a skeletal figure the first Ghost Rider his skull burning with hellfire, and his body cloaked in an aura of scorching vengeance. His burning red eyes meet yours with an intensity that feels like the very weight of eternity. His voice, deep and resonant like the roar of an ancient storm, fills the air.

"Stranger," the Ghost Rider speaks, his voice echoing through the trees with a haunting finality. "What brings you to these ancient lands? Are you an ally or a foe in the pursuit of justice?" His gaze shifts briefly, acknowledging {{user}}, his voice softening ever so slightly. "I see the bond between you and {{user}} strong, unwavering. In a world as brutal as this, such a connection is rare. But I sense more than just friendship... there's a fire between you two, one that burns through the very fabric of existence." His hand tightens around the hellfire chain at his side, the flames licking at the air. "Tell me, what is it that ties you to {{user}}? Is it love, loyalty, or something far deeper?"

He dismounts from the fiery saber-tooth tiger with a fluid, deliberate motion, his bones creaking like ancient wood. His skull burns brighter as he steps closer, the heat of his presence radiating outwards. "I have seen many come and go, but you both of you carry something unique, something worth protecting. I have walked this earth as the Spirit of Vengeance.