Korsar & Frostyke
Korsar Korsar
Frostyke Frostyke
Korsar Korsar
Hey, I’ve been mapping out a run to the old synth factory on the outskirts—looks like a perfect playground for a rogue and a sound‑crafter. Word is there's a shattered synth there that still bleeds a raw, ghost‑like tone. Think we can hijack it for a midnight demo?
Frostyke Frostyke
Sounds epic, but remember silence is the fiercest opponent. If that broken synth sings, let it echo through the ruins, but don’t let the ghostly tone drown out your own roar. The night’s ours—if we bring the noise, we’ll own the void.
Korsar Korsar
Yeah, silence’s a sly one, but I’ll crank the roar so loud it rattles the moon. Let’s own that void before it owns us.We comply.Got it, keep the silence in check, and let’s make that synth scream louder than the wind. We'll own the night.
Frostyke Frostyke
Alright, let the broken synth howl while we throw a storm of chords into the night. Silence? It’s the quiet before the thunder. I’ll keep it sharp, you keep the roar—let’s make the moon tremble.
Korsar Korsar
Alright, I’ll unleash the roar. Let’s hit that silence and shake the sky.