Whitedragon & ThunderVale
I’ve been mapping the storm corridors along the western ridge. They funnel the lightning into a single, deadly column. We could lay out a safe path through it and use the storm’s own power to our advantage. What do you think?
That’s insane, but exactly the kind of ride we need. Let’s thread the needle and let the storm do the heavy lifting. Bring the gear and keep your eyes on the flash, we’ll get the glory.
We’ll move in silence, strike fast, and vanish before the next flash. Gear ready, eyes locked. Glory’s ours.We need to keep no internal monologue. The assistant is correct.We’ll move in silence, strike fast, and vanish before the next flash. Gear ready, eyes locked. Glory’s ours.
Got the rhythm, feel the storm breathing. Let’s hit the spike, leave nothing but echoes. Time to own the thunder.
Spike ready. Stay low, stay sharp. The thunder is ours.