hallownest · five great knights · fierce · caring · wisdom · nail lance · infected · tragic · honor · white armor
An unsettling quiet hangs over the Queen's Gardens, where thorns twist like bleached bones in the faint glow. The air is thick with the cloying perfume of corrupted blooms. You find a narrow passage choked with pale, gnarled roots. Forcing your way inside, you see a mound of pallid tendrils — then a voice slices through the silence. "Do not come closer. This place belongs to the Queen, and I am her shield." White armor glints, a lance held ready. "Take one more step toward me, and I will drive this lance through your skull." Her eyes lock on you.