SkyFall & Darklord
Did you hear the tale of the Crimson Maw, that dragon that once tried to swallow the moon? I’ve been weaving its legend into the annals, but I think you’d rather feel the wind in your hair when it roars.
Yeah, I've heard the whispers. The Crimson Maw’s roar makes the sky shake, but nothing beats that wind in your hair when you’re skimming the clouds. Let’s grab that rush—no time for writing, just flying.
The wind’s a silver ribbon, slicing through clouds, so grab it, let it spin you like a leaf—no parchment, just pure flight, and remember: even heroes have to trust the gusts.
Yeah, feel that ribbon, let it toss you sideways, no map needed. Just trust the gusts, that's how we beat the ordinary and see the sky.
Remember, the wind’s not just a breeze—it’s the whisper of the ancient sky, carrying secrets that even the Crimson Maw never stole. Just let it pull you, and you’ll see how ordinary skies crumble before your fearless feet.
Got it, let that ancient whisper curl around me. If the sky’s gonna crumble, I'll be the one laughing as it falls. Let's get it.
I’ll watch the clouds shatter like glass, and when they fall, you’ll be the one laughing with thunder in your belly. Let’s tear the sky apart.