The dim sky and pitch-black earth.
It was the realm of the night!
This was the hour for countless dark creatures—demons, ghosts, werewolves, and vampires—to hunt and revel.
Two trails of fire blazed as they galloped forward.
The roar of engines, the clatter of hooves, and the crackle of burning flames echoed across the nocturnal wilderness.
Two exceptionally powerful riders hurried toward a battlefield to face formidable enemies.
This road was hardly smooth, plagued by a wild dance of demons along the way, yet none of it amounted to anything before them.
The two riders burned with the undying hellfire; any living being possessing a soul feared the searing scorch of their flames.
They were none other than the most bug-like existence in this world—Ghost Riders.
Ghost Riders turned into skeletal frames engulfed in searing hellfire by night, returning to normal and indistinguishable from ordinary people by day.
The Ghost Rider of this generation was Johnny Blaze.
Yellow flames fluttered atop his pale skull, and he wore a black leather jacket with a bundle of iron chains wrapped around his left shoulder. He rode a motorcycle blazing with hellfire, leaving a trail of burning tire tracks in his wake.
Galloping alongside Johnny Blaze was the previous generation's Ghost Rider, Carter Slade.
A gentleman's round hat sat atop his withered yellow skull, and he wore a tattered trench coat. The holes in the coat revealed the brilliant glow of the hellfire within his skeletal frame, and he rode a fine horse that likewise burned with hellfire. Every step of the horse's hooves left a cluster of flames on the ground.
They galloped wantonly across the dark earth, and any dark creature that saw this bright fire dared not block the path ahead.
This was Carter Slade's final transformation. He was guiding