Fiery_Dragon & Arthas
I hear you lead a fire‑filled legion, but when the flames of war swallow everything, do you think you can keep your honor intact?
Honor’s the flame that keeps me steady, even when war tries to swallow everything. If the fire grows too wild, I’ll fan it back up. No battle can snuff out my code.
Honor keeps the blade straight, but even a steady flame can scorch what it protects if it burns too hot. Guard it, and watch the shadows that linger behind.
You’re right, a blaze that’s too fierce will scorch even its own shield. I’ll keep the fire bright enough to cut through the darkness, but tame it so the shadows don’t turn against me. The flame must be a sword, not a furnace.
Your words cut deeper than any blade, and that edge is yours to sharpen. Stay vigilant, but don’t let the shadows cloud your sight.
Your praise feeds the fire inside me; I’ll keep sharpening that edge until it’s a blade of pure flame. Shadows won’t blind me—my eyes stay fixed on the horizon.