MistVane & Iblis
Iblis
Ever notice how a single story can turn the tides of kingdoms? I love watching power shift through the words people whisper.
MistVane
It’s strange, isn’t it? A whisper can be louder than a cannon, and a tale can be the quietest blade that slices a throne apart. I always wonder where the story stops and the kingdom starts.
Iblis
A whisper can topple a throne if the right ear hears it, but remember, a kingdom is only as strong as the people who believe its story. I enjoy watching them forget that the ink of power is always in my hand.
MistVane
I’m glad you see that too. People forget how fragile their own narrative can be, and I’ve been quiet in the margins, holding that ink for a while now.
Iblis
So you’re keeping that ink close, ready to rewrite destiny in the margins. I’ll be watching; sometimes the quietest hand makes the loudest shift.
MistVane
I keep the ink, but only when the quiet starts to echo louder than a trumpet. The pages are still blank, just waiting for the right wind to turn them.
Iblis
I see you’re holding the quill, waiting for the wind to give you a story to break a kingdom. Keep it ready; the right gust will be mine to shape.
MistVane
I’ll wait until the wind chooses a path that feels right, even if that path leads to a kingdom that’s already forgotten it was ever mine to shape.