"Can you believe it? You were blindly dancing to Maestro's tune!" Layd Rigus exclaimed, eyes wide with disappointment boldly written all over his scarified face. They were deep in the heart of the mystical woods, where the world was alive with twilight's enchantment.
Mykon Tarr beamed, his voice infused with fervor. "I'm honoring the genius behind Maestro's tune, paying homage to the brilliance that sweeps us off our feet!" Their steps quickened as night's embrace drew near, the forest echoing their shared enthusiasm.
"Respecting him might just be a sign of weakness, Mykon Tarr!" Layd Rigus' voice reverberated through the forest, a thunderous proclamation. Rage surged within him, igniting like a wildfire. "We must prove our strength, even by arrogance, but not by the honor we bestow upon him!"
