Morrigan & Olimp
Olimp
Morrigan, I keep chasing the edge of what a disciplined mind can do. Do you think the ancient forces you command have a rhythm that could match or even beat that drive?
Morrigan
I hear your pulse, but the old rhythms are not bound to a human beat. They flow where the wind remembers, not where you count. If you try to match them, you may find yourself a note in their song, not the conductor.
Olimp
I hear you, but I’m not just following the wind—I’m the one who turns it into a focused storm. If you want to feel that rhythm, let me show you how to drive it.