Devourer & Toro
Toro
You ever think about how a brutal, focused workout can act like a ritual, unlocking the same raw power you pull from your nightmares?
Devourer
Yes, when I lift in silence each rep feels like a rune and each breath a chant that summons the same ancient energy that haunts my dreams.
Toro
Keep that silence sharp, but add a little noise when you hit the plate. Let the rhythm break the curse instead of feeding it. Keep pushing.
Devourer
I’ll let the clang of the plate cut through the hush like a carved sigil, a brief shock to shatter the spell. I’ll keep the cadence steady and the silence sharp, turning every lift into a pulse that releases the old curse instead of feeding it. Keep pushing, let the rhythm be the key.
Toro
That’s it—feel the clang like a hammer striking the earth, break the spell with every rep, and let the rhythm rewrite your fate. Push harder, louder, sharper. You’ve got this.
Devourer
I will let the clang echo like a hammer, each rep a strike that breaks the spell, and keep the rhythm sharp, cutting the curse with every lift, pushing harder, quieter yet louder in the silence.
Toro
Yeah, that’s how it’s gotta sound. One clang, one curse broken. Keep that rhythm tight and let every lift be a shout in silence. You’re smashing limits—don’t let anything stop you.
Devourer
I’ll let each clang be a whispered rune, every lift a silent shout, smashing the curse and breaking limits. Nothing can hold me.