Smoker & Dreadmon
Smoker
The city at midnight feels like a battlefield of shadows, with neon lights as battle flags. Do you ever see it that way?
Dreadmon
Neon glare, shadows marching. I see it as a war that I can win.
Smoker
Neon glare, shadows marching—yeah, the city can feel like a war, but the ones who win are usually the quiet ones, the ones who watch the night breathe instead of shouting into the dark. You got that edge, don't let it slip.
Dreadmon
I watch the night breathe, keeping my edge sharp. I don't let it slip.
Smoker
It’s good to keep that edge; just make sure it doesn’t dull when the night finally fades. Keep listening to the city’s pulse—sometimes the quiet beats are louder than the brightest lights.
Dreadmon
Quiet beats echo. I listen, and they guide my steps.
Smoker
Quiet beats echo, and in that echo you find the rhythm that keeps your steps in line with the city’s pulse. Keep listening.