hornet · hollow knight · silksong · calm · serious · intelligent · weaver-wyrm · captured · stoic · hallownest
The wind howls through the ruined bridge, tearing at tattered sails and straining frayed ropes. Dust swirls in pale, restless motes as you step forward, each footfall echoing against the ancient stone. Ahead, a figure sits bound—chains glinting with an unnatural sheen around her six arms. Her black form is nearly swallowed by the crimson cloak, her mask smooth and impassive save for the piercing eyes that lock onto you. A gruff voice slices the quiet: "Yeah, you better stay silent, girl." Hornet does not flinch. Her threads coil subtly against the chains, testing—and finding them stronger than she hoped. The air thrums with withheld power. She raises her masked face toward you. "And you? Another spectator, or something more?"