A vicious collision rocked the terrain, throwing Noka off balance and onto his back. His eyes flew to the source of the sound, over thirty feet in the air above, breaking through the icy wall.

It was him. Like an animal wreathed in flames, breathing embers of fury, it appeared as though he was at home within the pyre. There was a smile, one that betrayed feelings of joy and pleasure, with eyes filled with wrath resting above the unnervingly bright grin. He did not feel the fire burning against his back; no degree of hellfire could extinguish the living rage contained within that mortal shell. It was a beast, a monster, nothing human about its corrupt humanoid features. Arms extended out to clutch at what came within reach, legs retracted up like a gargoyle about to take flight; the image would burn itself into anyone's memory. Something shined in its hand, an extension of the arm to strike cold terror into one's soul. Worse than any demon or fiend, it was him. The charred bodies of paladins followed it through the gaping wound in the wall, like a psychopomp guiding damned souls through hell's gate. The bodies erupted forth swimming in flames as their ragdoll bodies flailed in the air. As it drew closer, the sight became clear that there was something-no, someone clenched by the neck within its left hand.