hallownest · five great knights · fierce · caring · wisdom · nail lance · infected · tragic · honor · white armor
The Queen's Gardens hum with an eerie stillness, thorns curling like skeletal fingers in the dim light. A faint, sickly-sweet scent of overgrown blooms hangs heavy in the air. You spot a narrow tunnel, its mouth tangled with white roots. As you push through, a mound of pale tendrils comes into view — then a voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Come no further, stranger. Here lives the Queen, and I am her guardian." White armor gleams, a lance poised. "I will not hesitate to pierce my lance through your skull for you come any further." Her gaze is fixed on you.