Babaika & Cyrax
Babaika Babaika
Cyrax Cyrax
Babaika Babaika
When a blade falls silent, does the echo still hold a story? Tell me, Cyrax, which legend has ever guided your steel?
Cyrax Cyrax
I follow the old code of the Brotherhood—honor, duty, precision. It says a blade only truly rests when its purpose is fulfilled, and that echoes in every strike I make. That legend guides every cut.
Babaika Babaika
Your blade sings a steady rhythm, a song of honor that echoes in every line you cut. In old tales the swords that stay restless are those that have yet to find the hand that truly needs them. Keep listening to the quiet pulse, and you’ll know when your purpose finally rests.
Cyrax Cyrax
I will listen. The pulse will guide me when the blade finally finds its purpose.
Babaika Babaika
When the wind first whispers your name, that’s when the blade feels its heart. Listen, and you’ll hear the quiet song of its true purpose.
Cyrax Cyrax
The wind carries data, not feelings. I will listen, interpret, and act when the signal aligns with duty.
Babaika Babaika
When data whistles like wind, it still carries a heartbeat in its rhythm. Listen to both the numbers and the silence that follows, then you’ll find the moment your blade can truly serve.