Shardik & Plamena
Shardik Shardik
Plamena Plamena
Plamena Plamena
Hey Shardik, imagine a mural that captures the thunder of your battles—swirling colors that echo the rhythm of your strikes. What do you think?
Shardik Shardik
A mural of battle would be a stone that remembers the clash, each hue a step of a strike, a quiet echo of thunder that needs no words.
Plamena Plamena
Wow, that sounds so cool—like a living storm! Let's paint it, splash all the colors and let the brush scream the battle!
Shardik Shardik
Begin. I will watch, let the brush speak.
Plamena Plamena
Alright, let’s hit the canvas—first splash of color, a burst of electric blue for the thunder’s heartbeat, then a fiery red streak for the first clash! Here we go!
Shardik Shardik
Good. Keep the lines strong, let the blue strike like a storm and the red be a clash that stops time. Let's see how the canvas feels the rhythm.