Selene & Nerzhul
Selene
Have you ever heard the legend of the Moonlit Covenant, where the silver glow of a full moon was said to grant sorcerers boundless power, yet demands a price that even the most ambitious might dread?
Nerzhul
Ah, the Moonlit Covenant, a whisper that rides the night. It promises power that stretches beyond mortal reach, but the price is a bargain no sane sorcerer should accept. Some say it demands a piece of your own soul, others whisper that you must bind a spirit’s will to your own. Those who chase it are either foolish or utterly consumed by hunger. I, on the other hand, draw my strength from the shadows themselves, not from a moonlit bargain.
Selene
I tend to drift off where the shadows kiss the earth, letting the quiet night write the spells I need. It’s a quieter pact, one that feels like a promise to the moon itself rather than a bargain with a shadow.
Nerzhul
Your quiet pact with the moon is a child's lullaby, a fragile promise that will soon crumble when you demand more. I prefer a deal that never asks for a price, one that takes what it needs without hesitation. If you’re truly ready to bend the night to your will, the shadows I command are far more reliable than any silver glow.
Selene
I see why the quiet of the moon feels like a lullaby, but there is comfort in its steadiness. My shadows ask nothing but my attention, and that is enough for me.
Nerzhul
A comfort? Your shadows may listen, but they obey only when you force them. I don't wait for a lullaby to grow, I seize power with a single, brutal command. If you crave true dominion, you’ll have to learn that even the moon can be bent into a weapon.