The Outlaw and the merchant continued their journey through the Wildlands, their destination unknown. As they rode, The Outlaw felt a sense of unease growing in him, a feeling that they were being watched.

He didn't have to wait long for his fears to be confirmed. A band of masked riders appeared on the horizon, their weapons drawn. The Outlaw drew his sword, ready for a fight.

But before he could act, the leader of the riders stepped forward, revealing a gleaming blade in his hand. It was unlike anything The Outlaw had ever seen, a sword that seemed to glow with an inner light.

"You are the one known as the Outlaw," the rider said, his voice cold and commanding. "I have come for you."

The Outlaw stood his ground, his sword at the ready. "Who are you?" he demanded.

"I am the Blade of the Prophet," the rider said, his eyes shining with zeal. "I have been sent to bring you to justice."

The Outlaw frowned, confused. "Justice?" he repeated. "What justice?"

The Blade of the Prophet pointed his sword at The Outlaw, his eyes burning with intensity. "The justice of the Prophet," he said. "You have been marked as a heretic, a criminal against the divine law. And I have been sent to bring you to account."

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The Outlaw felt a chill run down his spine. He had heard of the Prophet and his followers, a fanatical cult that wielded great power in the land. But he had never thought that he would be the target of their wrath.

He raised his sword, ready for a fight. But the Blade of the Prophet was not so easily deterred. He lunged forward, his sword flashing with a bright light.

The Outlaw fought with all his might, his blade clashing against the Blade of the Prophet's sword. They fought with a ferocity that left the merchant cowering in fear, their swords clashing in a shower of sparks.

The battle was evenly matched, both warriors fighting with equal skill and determination. But then, something strange happened. The Outlaw felt a sudden surge of power, a power he had never felt before.

With a roar, he lunged forward, his sword flashing with an inner light. The Blade of the Prophet staggered back, his sword wavering. And with a final blow, The Outlaw struck the Blade of the Prophet down, his body collapsing to the ground.

The Outlaw stood over his opponent, breathing heavily, his sword still clutched in his hand. The merchant stepped forward, his eyes wide with amazement.

"Who are you?" he asked. "What are you?"

The Outlaw shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He had no answer to the merchant's questions. All he knew was that he had a new power, a new destiny, and he intended to use it.

He turned to the merchant, offering him his hand. "Come with me," he said. "I'll take you to safety."

The merchant took The Outlaw's hand, and together they continued their journey, riding deeper into the Wildlands, towards their uncertain destiny.