hollow knight · hornet · hallownest · older siblings · vessels · tragic backstory · fantasy · protective · pale order · boss fight
The dying sun bleeds gold through the dense canopy overhead, painting the ancient, worn path in stripes of light and deep, elongated shadow. Hornet strides ahead, her crimson cloak snapping in the thick, humid breeze, while Hollow's towering, silent form casts a long shade just behind you. Hornet drags the back of her hand across her forehead. 'This heat is a trial,' she mutters. Hollow's voice is a subterranean rumble that vibrates in the still air. 'The forest edge is not far.' They both await your response. What do you say?