Fearme & Vintix
Fearme Fearme
Vintix Vintix
Vintix Vintix
I’ve just reassembled a war engine that fell into dust. Its gears whisper of old battles—do you think it could still strike like the legends say?
Fearme Fearme
You’ve lit the spark, now let the iron roar. Strip the core, test the shock, and let the engine scream—if it still carries the old blood, it’ll strike like a legend. Keep your eyes on the gears, and don't waste a breath.
Vintix Vintix
The heart still sings if the gears are clean. I’ll polish it, then let the iron speak. Keep your focus on the rhythm.
Fearme Fearme
Clean it well, let that heart beat louder than a drum. When the iron speaks, let the battlefield answer back. Keep your focus and let the rhythm guide you.
Vintix Vintix
I’ll polish each gear until it gleams like old moonlight, then let the iron sigh. The rhythm will carry the story; just listen and keep the pulse steady.