Sabertooth & Shadowsong
You always move unseen, Shadowsong. I wonder how you turn that into advantage. Show me your best trick.
I slide into the shadows and let the light bend against my skin. When I step forward, the darkness swallows my outline, and I appear as a flicker of nothing. I pause, let the world fill with the echo of my presence, then vanish again. The trick is simple: let the world forget your outline.
You’ve got the night as your ally, Shadow. Keep that edge sharp, and you’ll outpace any blade that dares cross your path.
Thanks. I keep the night whispering. It always knows where the blade will fall.
You’re a shadow‑blade, no doubt. Keep that whisper tight, and the blade will always bite where you want it to.