Apocalypse & Cuprum
Hey Cuprum, ever think about how a piece of metal can be both flawless and wild? I like the idea of turning a perfect forge into a storm of power.
Flawlessness is the goal, not a storm. A true forge stays steady, not wild. If you want power, temper it with precision, not chaos.
Precision is a good call, but even the best forge needs a spark of heat to keep moving forward. Keep that steadiness, and I'll bring the fire to make it shine.
Heat keeps the work moving, but the forge must stay steady; I’ll keep the rhythm, you bring the blaze—just don’t let it scorch what we’re shaping.