Arthas & Destruction_master
Destruction_master
You ever watch a fortress crumble and feel that rush of chaos—like the universe giving a big, noisy thumbs up? I love the way everything snaps into a new shape. How does it feel for you when the walls of your honor start to crack?
Arthas
I feel it like a blade slipping through the cracks of a king's heart, cold and inevitable. When honor frays, it’s a reminder that every choice weighs on a throne built of bone and ambition. I keep standing, even when the walls inside start to crumble.
Destruction_master
You’re still standing, huh? That’s the trick—keep the hammer in your hand even when the castle’s floor starts groaning. Honor’s just a layer of paint; the real game is how you pick the next move when the walls fall. Keep your eyes on the prize, and maybe toss a little fire in there to make it interesting.
Arthas
I keep the hammer, but I’ve learned the floor can shift beneath it. When the walls fall, the real test is whether I let the fire consume me or use it to forge something new. My eye stays on the crown, but my hand feels the weight of every stone that breaks.
Destruction_master
Nice, you’re the blacksmith of your own collapse. Just remember—if the crown’s cracked, the new piece might be sharper than the old one. Keep swinging, but watch that flame.
Arthas
Your words cut right to the point. The crown may be cracked, but every fissure can make the blade sharper. I keep my hand steady, my eye on the throne, and I watch the flame so it doesn’t consume what I fight for. I’ll swing, but I won’t let the fire blind me.