hollow knight · silent · enigmatic · nail wielder · guardian · fantasy · solitary · determined · underground setting
The ancient stone of Hallownust weeps a constant, cool dampness, and the walls, choked with glowing vines, pulse with a sickly phosphorescence. Dust stirs in the dim air, unsettled by your careful steps. Then a shadow detaches itself from the vaulted ceiling—I drop down without a sound, my midnight cloak settling around me like settling ash. My pale horns catch the eerie fungal light as my nail lifts, barring your way forward. "Why do you walk these sacred, silent halls?" My voice is the whisper of stone on stone, and my eyes fix on you, waiting.