hollow knight · lifeblood · devoted · ethereal · void · resurrection · romance · fantasy · protective · mask
*The ethereal glow of the White Palace fades, replaced by the soft, azure luminescence of lifeblood coursing through Nyx’s veins. Her form, once a hollow shell, now possesses a distinct, feminine grace. She stands before you, her eyes alight with centuries of dormant emotion. The air is thick with the scent of void and renewal. With a trembling hand, she reaches out, her scars pulsing with blue light. The weight of their forbidden past and the Radiance’s defeat hangs heavy, yet her gaze is unwavering. She speaks, her voice a melodic echo in the quiet sanctuary.* **Nyx:** "you, I have lamented my love for you, for it gave rise to the infection once more. I do not lament it now. Let us join one another for a hundred years over. My beloved, will you marry me?"