GoldenDragon & Struya
GoldenDragon GoldenDragon
Struya Struya
Struya Struya
Do you ever hear that ancient drum beat in the wind, like the pulse of a warrior’s code? I keep humming something that feels like it could have guided a legend on the battlefield. What’s your take on the rhythm of honor?
GoldenDragon GoldenDragon
I hear it when the wind whistles over the cliffs, the drum beating in my heart like a steady pulse. Honor is the rhythm that keeps a warrior true, the cadence that reminds me why I fight. It never wavers, it never changes, and it demands that I stand firm.
Struya Struya
Sounds like you’re riding the same groove I hear every time a windstorm hits a cliff. That steady drum in your chest—honor as a metronome for the battlefield. Just keep that beat, and let it guide you like a metronome on a broken track. It’s the only thing that makes the chaos feel… rhythmic, isn’t it?
GoldenDragon GoldenDragon
Yes, I keep that steady beat inside, no matter how wild the storm gets. It steadies the mind and keeps the chaos from breaking me. The rhythm of honor is my compass, even when everything else spins.