Virgo & Dreadmon
Dreadmon, have you ever watched the forest heal after a storm and wondered if a warrior can feel that same calm after a battle?
I don't look for calm. I look for the next fight. The forest heals, but I don't. I survive and strike again.
I hear you, Dreadmon, but remember even the fiercest tree bends with the wind. Keep your blade sharp, and when you’re ready, let the quiet of the earth settle you.
I can bend if it helps me strike harder. Quiet is a trick I use, not a refuge. Keep your blade sharp. When the wind dies, we move.
You’re strong, Dreadmon, but even a storm needs its lull to gather strength. Keep the blade ready, but also listen to the stillness that follows; it often carries the clearest guidance.
I don't need stillness to find my path. I keep my blade ready, watch the wind for its secrets, and strike when it calls.
It’s good to keep your blade sharp, Dreadmon, but remember the wind also whispers the safest paths. Trust it, and you’ll find the strikes that honor the cycle, not just the clash.