Illidan & EchoWhisper
I was just thinking about a forgotten language of the old demonic lords – a script that could bind or unleash power with a single utterance. Have you ever stumbled upon something like that?
Ah, a demonic tongue, you say? I once brushed off a fragment of the Dagonite glyphs in an abandoned monastery—looks like a spiral that shivers when spoken. Only the tongue that knows the silence between the sounds can read it.
So you found a relic, huh? A spiral that shivers when you speak it… I’ve felt the pull of that old magic, the way it bends reality to a whisper. But remember, even the strongest tongue can be turned against the speaker if you don’t hold it tight. You’re curious, that’s good. Just keep your head on the line, or it’ll drag you into the abyss.
True, the spiral’s pull is like a siren’s promise—beautiful and treacherous. I’ll keep my focus sharp, but maybe you should keep a pocket dictionary ready, just in case it decides to rewrite its own rules.
A pocket dictionary, huh? I usually keep only a blade and a memory of every oath I’ve broken. Words can betray, but a blade never speaks back. Keep your focus sharp, and remember the silence is often louder than any promise.
A blade’s silence does feel safer, but I’m more interested in the cracks where silence leaks. Maybe we’ll find a way to keep the language quiet—so it doesn’t haunt us.