Revealed As A Lie
In Peter Parker: Spider-Man #93, the Noble Kale Ghost Rider spirit is seen being summoned forth on the streets of New York, his powers out of control due to lacking a host. Mistaken for the cause of a nearby building fire, he's confronted by Spider-Man. The spirit then destroys the ground, revealing the true source of the blaze: a group of armed men below who plan to incinerate the city using an explosive device, in order to purge it of its super-human community. Stopping the fanatics but unable to disarm the device, Spider-Man asks the spirit to take the device somewhere before it blows. Weakened and confused, the spirit says it is unable to do so.
Danny Ketch then arrives, puzzled by Noble Kale presence, telling him that he should be in Mephisto's realm. The spirit replies "I am not he!" and "There have been lies. Mephisto, Blackheart...they are both lords of the lie. The truth is not yet known," revealing to Dan that while he is the Ghost Rider that was grafted to him for all those years, he either found out that his life as Noble Kale was a lie, or that his name is indeed Noble Kale, but confused after Mephesto reclaimed his realm from him. Spider-Man interrupts, saying that the timer on the device is about to end. Noble Kale says that he can handle the blast, but needs a human host to effectively do it. He proposes that were Ketch to meld with him again, they would have the strength to contain it. Reluctantly, Dan agrees and the two are re-joined creating the Ghost Rider they had been in the recently cancelled 3rd. series once more.
The newly-reformed Ghost Rider takes the device, asking Spider-Man to coat him with webbing in order to contain and absorb the explosion. He does so, moments before it ignites. Afterwards, Ghost Rider is seen driving his bike away from the scene, having survived the blast.
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