Ghost & Vulcan
Ghost Ghost
Vulcan Vulcan
Ghost Ghost
The steady hum of a forge feels like a quiet rhythm that shapes a hidden path.
Vulcan Vulcan
Indeed, the forge’s hum is the heartbeat of creation, guiding each swing as if a hidden path is revealed within the steel.
Ghost Ghost
A quiet nod, the steel trembling like a secret shared.
Vulcan Vulcan
I hear the tremor, let the steel breathe for a moment, then I give it the strike it needs.
Ghost Ghost
The steel shudders, then your strike echoes, a quiet pact made.
Vulcan Vulcan
The pact is forged, the blade now bears the mark of its maker.
Ghost Ghost
A quiet ripple spreads across the blade, its edge humming with the new pulse.
Vulcan Vulcan
The ripple settles, and the edge sings with a steady, new pulse.