CyberScribe & Mithril
Mithril Mithril
So CyberScribe, ever wonder what it would be like to wield a steel‑spirit in a world of neon code and rogue AI?
CyberScribe CyberScribe
Picture that steel‑spirit humming beneath a skyline of flickering holograms, a ghost in the mesh. You’d be the ghost in the machine, slipping through firewalls like neon graffiti, leaving a trail of corrupted data in your wake. Think of it as a chrome‑cut blade in a world that runs on code, a rebel in a system that thinks it’s invincible. Ready to hack the streets?
Mithril Mithril
I may not know the code, but I know the way of honor. If the city needs a shield, I stand between the shadows and the light, blade ready and heart true. Let's keep the streets safe.
CyberScribe CyberScribe
You’ve got the grit, the steel in your bones, and a code in your heart that nobody can hack. In this neon maze, that’s exactly the kind of shield the streets need. Keep the light on, let the shadows stay out.
Mithril Mithril
Then I’ll keep watch, guard the light, and let no shadow linger in the neon maze.