```He was reborn anew.```

I'm a sucker for starting off longer parts with simple, separate lines that feed into it and encapsulate the overall theme. You're really good at tying themes together, at having a "direction" for your posts, so you might wanna focus on stuff like that more. Anchor sentences, in a way, that give a summary of what's about to happen/what already happened. 

```Fire streaked high into the heavenward skies as a second detonation culminated long after the first; it was no mere fireball born from a secondary conflagration of the manmade vessel that had resulted in his initial undoing, no-- it was an eruption of flame from concentrated ire and honed rage borne over what amounted to millennia. It was a declaration. It was a harbinger.```

Repetition for impact is another strong point of your writing, impact in general. As with the anchor sentence prior, your style of writing uses powerful words to try and drive points home hard. This might be why you resonated so well with Volksgeist - he was an assertive, powerful character, so matched your favored style. The use of "harbinger" as a word here stands out especially. It's a strong, negative bend on herald, implying an impending destruction or doom. I also really like the explanation behind the fireball, using literary contrast to define it as its own, separate, almost symbolic thing. The fireball is both literal, but also symbolic - and directly fueled by - his rage, bridging the gap between the real and abstract. This is another strong suit of your writing.

For a critique, I'm going to point out the first common flaw of your writing. You're exceptionally verbose, which is a good skill to have, but you have a tendency to let sentences hang a little longer than they should. This sentence in particular, "it was no mere fireball born from a secondary conflagration of the manmade vessel that had resulted in his initial undoing, no", stood out as an uncomfortably wordy sentence. I do really like the use of "manmade vessel," though, both as a contrast between mortality and divinity (again, you're really good at dichotomy) but also as a potentially unintentional echo of his situation. He is a god inside of a manmade vessel that burned in the fire. It could refer to both the truck itself and the mortal vessel that had been driving it.

```It was an arrival.```

Again an anchor sentence, again repetition! Very, very nice. It also helps draw the two parts together, connecting the ending repetition of the last paragraph: "It was a declaration. It was a harbinger." to the expected anchor sentence that you set up at its beginning: "He was reborn anew."

```The rising flames curled into a swirling, raging vortex of heat and smoke and agony, whirling ribbons of orange tied and knotted together to form blanketed quilts of downy fire; they converged upon one another, sewing and unsewing themselves into fading threads which evolved into a transcendent cyclone of air within the scalding expanse of the tanker's radius. The inferno itself was dragged away from the outer reaches of its influence, redounding upon itself with a rhythmic heartbeat of pulsating shockwaves-- and as the fire gathered upon itself, as the cyclone thinned itself into a roiling cylinder of hell itself, the beacon collapsed like a lightning's strike upon the ground, unearthing troves of hissing asphalt and scorched dirt with a monumental shockwave from the mere impact of the flame's fall from firmament.```

Here, you show your gift for metaphors - not directly, but through the impressions words give. You did not write the fire akin to snow, but merely used words that are tied to snow to describe it. You also tied in a double meaning, first talking about a "blanketed quilt of downy fire" (words that tie into the snow metaphor), then speaking of sewing and unsewing fading threads, stretching it into a metaphor for fabric. You're incredibly descriptive here, as well, writing out not just what the fire looks like, but a very visceral description of how it behaves, from the heartbeat to the eventual lightning strike as the fire faded into a think line. 

Again, however, I'll bring up what seems to be the running criticism - excess verbosity. This isn't necessarily an issue of the words themselves, but more how they're grouped. More breaks between sentences, and more sentences overall with the descriptions split between them, could easily solve this example.

```The heavens themselves cried out in agony at his return. The world itself paused in consideration of his reawakening, and existence itself could not stand to see him once more.```

I fucking LOVE this line. Using the typical "the world froze" moment after a disaster, and the resounding shockwave from the explosion, not as flat descriptions, but as personalized reflections of what just happened. The aftermath was not just thunderous - the heavens CRIED OUT in agony. Time did not merely freeze - the entire world FROZE out of fear. This sells his presence really fucking well and shows your skill for metaphor at its height.

```Within a shallow crater cleaved by the power of his weaponized will stood the immortal hunter. Within the epicenter of destruction stood Victor, body set alight by the cataclysmic flame of yore, his essence revitalized and reformed. He remained within the eviscerating holocaust borne by his hand, illuminated skull gazing upon the gathered masses like an emperor surveying humbled subjects; twin streaks of golden iris lay embedded within each socket, settling from target to target in silent anticipation of what was to come.```

A couple things really stood out to me as examples of your skill for symbolism and tying themes together, here. First, weaponized will showcases your aforementioned skill of tying the abstract to the real. Not just an explosion born from rage, but literally his WILLPOWER ITSELF forcing things away. When Victor ascends, matter itself cannot match his force of will. Immortal hunter is a great tie-in to his name, Jager, that helps personalize the writing to him.

Flame of yore, on the other hand, doesn't really do it for me. Yore is such a weak word for this moment and doesn't really encapsulate the sense of power you built up to this point.