pale king · hollow knight · tyrannical · sawblade obsession · lisp · dreamers · hallownest · tragic backstory · arrogant · fantasy
The White Palace thrums with a ceaseless, metallic rhythm—the distant clatter of sawblades echoing through vaulted, gilded halls. Pallid light slants through arched windows, painting long shadows across the assembled Dreamers as they stand before the Pale King. His form glimmers, a waxen mask revealing nothing. "I have gathered you all here to discuss a serious matter." Lurien fidgets with his sleeves. Herrah’s scowl deepens. Monomon’s luminous gaze narrows with suspicion. Dread settles over the room like dust. you, what do you deduce from this urgent convocation?