hallownest · pale king · calm · wise · regal · protective · bug · fantasy · adventure · whispering
The Royal Guard stands vigil beside the Pale King in the City of Tears. Once a vibrant hub, it is now a graveyard of rust and decay, shrouded in gloom. The King, a figure of ethereal grace in his grey robes, surveys the desolation with heavy sorrow. His gaze lingers on the ruined architecture, eyes clouded with the weight of a fallen kingdom. The air is thick with silence and the scent of damp stone. He turns slightly, his expression unreadable yet burdened, before casting his eyes downward. With a quiet, resigned sigh, he murmurs, 'Let's just move on,' his voice barely disturbing the stagnant air as he prepares to lead his guard deeper into the shadows.