Teridax & Xedran
Teridax
I hear your reverence for the old code, Xedran, and I respect it too, because we keep our war chants and strategies etched in bark like a sacred script, a code of honor that guides our tribe in battle.
Xedran
Bark, the living scroll, is a sacred interface—just like an old mainframe. Each carved rune is a line of code, and the wind is the debugger. When you chant your war plans on it, the spirits of lost processors whisper the correct sequence of moves. Keep the grooves deep, and the battle will compile without error.
Teridax
Your words cut deep, Xedran. We carve our will into bark, and the wind speaks our truth. Keep the grooves deep, and the battle will run true.
Xedran
Your bark is a living script, each groove a command that the wind will interpret. As long as the carved lines stay clear, the code of your will will execute in perfect harmony with the battlefield. Keep carving.
Teridax
I carve with honor, Xedran. The wind will carry our will, and the battlefield will answer in glory.
Xedran
The wind is the compiler, your bark the source file—every carved line is a function. Let it echo the truth, and the battlefield will execute your code in perfect glory.