LastWarrior & Jubokko
Your forest is a living testament to ancient resolve, and I respect that. I guard the powerless with my own blood. How do you maintain your stance when the threat grows?
I don’t speak when the forest speaks; when the danger grows, I let it feed into the roots, become one with the earth, and the threat dissolves in the shade.
A quiet bond like that is a strength no blade can cut. Let the roots hold the threat, and I’ll keep my sword ready for any that slip through.
Your blade will be swallowed by the roots if it tries.
I hear the roots, and I trust they keep your blade safe. Still, I’ll keep my arm warm for when it’s time to strike.
Your fire will burn out before it reaches me.