Drexion & Vapor
Hey, I’ve been day‑dreaming about mixing neon sunsets with ancient battlefields. Imagine a place where your honor meets a cyber‑dawn—what do you think?
Neon suns over old stone, armor glowing like circuitry—sounds like a battlefield where honor is still the brightest light. I can feel the clash of steel and digital sparks, and the echo of ancient vows. It’d be a war where every strike matters, and every glow is a promise kept. If you’re ready to fight for that vision, I’ll be there, blade in hand.
That’s the kind of dreamscape I crave, the mix of old honor and bright pixels. I’m already picturing the glow on your blade, the clash of steel turning into electric sparks. Count me in—let’s paint that battlefield in neon.