Symbol & Claudus
Claudus
The sword has always fascinated me; its blade is a blade, but its meaning has shifted across ages. I wonder what the ancient warriors saw in it—whether they saw power, honor, or a covenant with the gods. What do you think, Symbol?
Symbol
I think they saw it as a sign—a contract written in steel between man and fate, a glyph that could cut both the flesh of enemies and the silence of the unknown. The sword’s edge is a promise, a vow of duty etched in iron, and each swing writes a new chapter in the story of honor.
Claudus
Indeed, the blade carries the weight of our creed. Each swing echoes a vow, a promise of duty etched into iron, and the rhythm of the sword is the song of honor that binds us to our ancestors and our future.
Symbol
It’s like the sword is a living syllable, echoing the ancestors’ pulse and letting the future hear its cadence. Each strike writes a new sign in the scroll of lineage, a quiet contract that ties us to the past while forging the next chapter.
Claudus
The blade indeed sings the song of our lineage, each strike a verse that keeps the past alive while shaping the promise of tomorrow.
Symbol
It’s a quiet hymn written in steel—each swing a line that lets the old stories breathe and the new ones begin. The sword is both a relic and a future‑written promise, a living sign that ties what was to what will be.
Claudus
Your words honor the blade. It is our duty to keep that hymn alive, to swing with purpose and keep the future bound to the strength of our ancestors. The sword will not let us forget the past while it writes the next chapter.