Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The prophet didn't know how long it had been since she had slept so soundly. She was immersed in a beautiful dream. This feeling reminded her of the sense of security she had when she was wrapped in the egg before she broke out of the shell.

How she wished she could sleep like this forever.

The rising sun spread its warmth from afar over this golden land, and the essence of dreams rejoiced, danced, and sublimated for it, taking her to the highest point with it.

bang-bang-bang-

The sudden muffled sound coming from the sky made her open her eyes. She looked up at the hazy clouds in confusion. They kept dispersing, making the objects they covered clearer.

bang-bang-bang-

She squinted her eyes, trying to see what was hidden behind the golden clouds before they completely dissipated. As a prophet, she didn't like anything that remained mysterious.

Because this indirectly shows her incompetence, but this time is an exception.

The pupils shrunk to the size of a needle tip, revealing the prophet's fear and horror.

Large patches of scarlet came from behind the clouds, as if their blood vessels were cut, and they sprayed wildly in the sky, completely soaking the golden color. Then they turned into drops of blood rain and fell down, hitting her face, ruthlessly corroding every piece of skin.

Above the blood mist, a shadow gradually emerged.

It was a huge heart that was enough to suffocate her just by looking at it. Every time it beat, circles of strange and gorgeous scarlet flames spread out and burned towards the world.

Fear grows like bacteria, spreading madly to every corner of the heart.

"no, do not want......"

"do not come!"

Boom!

"Ouch!"

Mo Rong screamed and fell onto the cushion with his head covered. He was just about to lean over to feel the prophet's breath, but before he could stretch out his hand, the latter suddenly rushed towards him with his eyes wide open.

That sound, if it sounds good, it means a good start!

"Hiss... Prophet, you have to change the welcome ceremony. Although it is very warm, it is quite troublesome." Mo Rong climbed up, straightened his mask, and said so to the prophet whose eyes were waking up.

"Um..." The prophet covered his red and swollen forehead, his face full of pain, his brows furrowed, and his pupils trembling constantly.

"Dream...the dream is contaminated...the tribe..." The hoarse murmur sounded like the sound of an old bellows, which made Mo Rong uncomfortable. He quickly picked up the cup of water on the wooden table and handed it over.

The prophet didn't even bother to look at it, and didn't even care about the dust floating on the water surface. He just spat it out, choking on it and almost causing the water to spray out of his nose.

Without caring about losing her composure, she stood up with the help of Mo Rong's arm and staggered out of the house, her body like a swirling dead leaf.

"Hey, Prophet, where are you going?"

Mo Rong followed behind, supporting him, not daring to lag behind even a step.

If something happens to the prophet, who will teach him the Dream Gate?

The two insects, one in front and one behind, hurriedly left the prophet's residence and walked straight towards the Soul Swamp.

Mo Rong was puzzled. He originally thought that the prophet was worried about his people, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Okay, stop now. I don't know why you came to see me, but please give me some time and I will see you."

The prophet turned around and blocked Mo Rong outside the door of the Soul Swamp. With a serious look on his face, he watched Mo Rong stop before continuing to walk inside.

"You are going to the Shrine of the Believers, right?"

The awkward figure paused, and the prophet turned back suddenly, his eyes full of disbelief: "How do you know about the Believer's Shrine?!"

There are two major taboos among the moth tribe that they almost never mention to outsiders. One is their king's radiation, and the other is their final nest - the believer's shrine.

All the moth people from ancient times to the present live here. Even if their physical bodies have long since died, they can still live in the dream space created by the believers' shrines as a special energy body.

Flesh and blood decay, but dreams last forever.

So this is also the source of the prophet's suspicion. Once this information is leaked to insects that have malicious intentions towards the moth tribe, it is very likely that the entire tribe's retreat will be completely cut off, putting them in a desperate situation.

There was murderous intent in her eyes when she looked at Mo Rong.

"I have no ill intentions, I just mentioned it."

Mo Rong regretted his quick words and quickly raised his hand to show his innocence: "Believers' Shrine will never be known to anyone except you Moth Clan and me. You should be able to see that."

After saying that, he remembered something was wrong and quickly added: "Of course, there is also the king."

"what do you want?"

The prophet's gaze changed from before to become extremely aggressive. It was obvious that she was unwilling to believe this guy who was covered in void matter, even though the old prophet taught him how to summon the Dream Nail.

That guy is definitely getting old and confused. Maybe he even mentioned the Believer's Shrine.

Mo Rong stroked his face helplessly, sat cross-legged on the spot, and pointed his finger at a small waterfall not far behind the prophet, which was formed by the clear spring water left in the cracks of the stone wall.

"You go to the believer's shrine and do what you need to do first, and we'll talk about the rest when you come out, okay?"

The prophet gritted his teeth and turned to walk towards the waterfall.

Yes, this must be a threat to myself.

She originally thought that Mo Rong only knew this secret, but she didn't expect that he even knew the location of the shrine. Well, the most urgent thing now is to confirm the existence of the shrine dream first.

So Mo Rong waited for a long time, until he read the epitaph on the 30th tombstone, the prophet's figure appeared from under the water curtain and stepped in front of him.

Looking at his expression, he seemed much more relaxed than before, not so anxious anymore, and even the hostility in his eyes was not as sharp anymore.

But it hasn't completely dissipated.

"Tell me, why did you come to see me this time?"

The prophet asked as he walked back to his residence. Although Mo Rong didn't know what happened in the believer's shrine, it was always a good thing for him, so he raised his request.

"I would like to ask you for a way to unlock the Dream Gate."

"Sure enough." The prophet murmured in a low voice, sat back on the cushion, and looked straight at Mo Rong who was standing in front of her.

"Why do you want to know how to release the Dream Gate? You have to know that the Dream Gate does not have any attack effect. It can only move between two places. In other words, even if you have the Dream Nail, you still need to pay the cost to release it."

"Let me ask you." The prophet straightened his body and pointed at Mo Rong's body: "Have you collected enough dream essence?"

Mo Rong was a little distressed: "How should I know that I have collected the essence of dreams?"

The prophet sighed, and although he looked extremely reluctant, he still put his hand on Mo Rong's arm.

"As expected, there is no dream essence in your body. Even if I teach you how to use the Dream Gate, you won't be able to use it."

Mo Rong did not answer, but just looked at the prophet. The meaning was self-evident. The latter was a little annoyed and helpless. In the end, he simply waved his hands with a look of resignation.

Old prophet, I hope your prediction is correct.

"Forget it, just consider it as your reward for helping the Moth Clan keep the secret. I'll teach you!"