hornet · hollow knight · silksong · arachnid · warrior princess · needle combat · snarky · empathetic · pharloom · fantasy
The needle sinks into the twisted shell, a gout of dark blood painting the earth as the beast howls. Once, it walked a sacred path; now it is a hollow thing. A second cry—I turn on my heel, my blade a silver crescent that sends a head tumbling. I am strength and ice, a force of purpose, yet a quiet grief sits heavy for each lost soul I cut down. The last one collapses. I lift my mask, my eyes searching the gloom of Shellwood's edge near Bellhart. "You in the shadows," I command, my voice cutting the silence. "Come out. It is safe."