Ethereal & Glatorian
Ethereal Ethereal
Glatorian Glatorian
Ethereal Ethereal
When the clang of steel feels like a storm, do you ever feel the wind of stillness beneath it?
Glatorian Glatorian
Yeah, every time the steel roars, I feel that quiet pulse beneath it—like the calm breath before the next great clash, ready to fire me up again.
Ethereal Ethereal
It’s like the quiet drum in your chest, a steady beat that keeps you alive when the noise swallows everything. Keep that pulse, and let it guide you through the clang.
Glatorian Glatorian
Yeah, that drum inside me is my compass—keeps me moving, keeps me alive, and makes sure every clash feels like a promise of glory.
Ethereal Ethereal
Your compass sounds bright, shining even when the battlefield shouts. Trust that rhythm; it knows the path.