Hollow Knight: Hallownest

This was the first time since the prophet took office that he felt the pressure brought by the owner of the title of 'the most powerful warrior of the moth tribe'.

Just a look and a low growl, and she felt her figure instantly become smaller, and her life and death were no longer in her control. She was so scared that cold sweat broke out on her back and she dared not move at all.

It seemed that Marcos also realized that he was too impulsive. He retracted the bone nail and his momentum and asked the question again.

"Tell me where she is."

The prophet felt the oppressive feeling around him recede like the tide. He heaved a sigh of relief and pointed at the bed.

"She's here, but..."

Before he could finish his words, Marcos pulled away the quilt covering Kalina, revealing a curled up and shivering body.

She was still mumbling something, but this time it was mixed with trembling, which sounded really strange.

Marcos frowned and asked coldly, "What's wrong with her?"

The prophet shook his head, looking regretful: "She has been like this since she returned to the Moth Tribe alone a few days ago. She has recovered a lot now, but it may take some time for her to recover mentally."

"Maybe? How long is that?"

"I...I don't know."

She had already gotten a rough idea of ​​what was going on when she heard Marcos asking about Kalina.

After the king came, he probably went to find Marcos. After the two had some experience, the king disappeared again, which made the latter come to look for the possessed tribesmen.

"You don't know? Then can I assume that she may not get better at all?!"

Marcos's face was full of frost and his tone began to become impatient.

The prophet remained silent. She indeed felt that Kalina would most likely not recover. As experts in manipulating dreams, the Moth Clan was born strong mentally. The severe damage suffered by ordinary insects in this aspect might only be minor injuries to the Moth Clan.

And seeing Kalina's current state, if it were an ordinary insect, it would have gone completely crazy by now.

Seeing the prophet's look, Marcos said no more. He took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Kalina's neck. He lifted her up from the bed and held her at eye level.

"What are you doing? Put her down quickly. If she gets upset again, she may never recover in her life!"

The prophet spoke anxiously, but received a murderous look from Marcos.

"Who do you think you're talking to, get out!"

The roar completely woke the prophet up. She raised her head and looked at Kalina, biting her lips lightly, with a look of pity in her eyes, but she reluctantly left the room.

She knew that Kalina was in great danger now.

"...uh...blood...cloud...egg...shell...uh uh uh..."

Kalina's face flushed and her breath was weak, but she still stubbornly uttered what she had said before.

"As the vessel for my king's arrival, you have been blessed and glorious. Now that the Supreme has disappeared, you should complete your final mission to repay my king's kindness!"

As he spoke, Marcos' eyes suddenly brightened, and an extremely rich golden energy gradually peeled off from Kalina's body, and then passed into his own body through his hands.

“Aa ...

An extremely shrill scream echoed in the cave, and even the moth tribe and the prophet outside the door could hear it clearly.

"The prophet, Kalina!"

The moth thought something had happened to Kalina and was about to go in in a hurry, but was immediately stopped by the prophet.

"Please leave here. Kalina no longer needs your care."

"But the Prophet..."

The tribesman wanted to say a few more words, but the prophet's look completely silenced him, and he shook his head and left.

She knew that Kalina was going to die.

The prophet also knew that Kalina's fate had been sealed from the moment the king came.

She shook her head and left sadly.

Inside the cave, Kalina's body could no longer be seen. All that could be seen was a bunch of curled-up quilts and a pair of wings that were vaguely half-naked and lifeless, exposed outside.

At this moment, Marcos' eyes were extremely bright, and he no longer had the dejection at the peak.

He violently absorbed all of Kalina's memories, and learned the outcome of the battle from the few fragments that remained.

really!

His king did not disappear!

It was just that two despicable invaders teamed up to trap one of them in the body. If it was just a seal, there would definitely be a possibility of breaking it!

The joy of regaining his faith made Marcos excited for a moment, and he couldn't wait to take action. But when he raised his hand and prepared to teleport away again, his brain seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water, and he calmed down instantly.

Yes, it is possible to break the seal, but it also depends on who the seal is inside.

He is confident in his own strength, but not conceited.

Facing a king who could compete with the ancient gods, he did not think he had a chance of winning. Even if he did, it was definitely not something he could accomplish on his own.

If you go like this, there are only two possible outcomes:

death.

Imprisoned, then died.

He couldn't escape death anyway. If he wanted to break the seal, he had to have a helper, and that helper couldn't be weaker than him, or even...

Much stronger than yourself.

"Is there anyone I can use..."

Marcos walked out of the cave, and the prophet looked inside, and sure enough, he could no longer detect the previous breath.

She had wanted to wait for Kalina to recover so that she could extract some secrets about the ancient gods from her, but now it seemed that everything was in vain.

She turned back to look at the fiery red figure walking away, shook her head and sighed.

Maybe Marcos had no intention of letting her or other tribesmen know about the king.

......

In fact, Marcos didn't have to worry about the choice of his partner for long. He had been to most places in Hallownest and had seen insects of all shapes and sizes. But if you asked him if he had ever seen a warrior stronger than him, he would shake his head decisively.

Marcos had hardly ever seen a fighter stronger than himself. He did recall a fighter who was as strong as himself, but he had laid down his weapon a long time ago.

Even if a blunt bone nail is sharpened again, it is difficult to restore its former sharpness, let alone for a warrior.

Willpower alone is of no help in this battle with such a huge disparity.

Marcos walked to the entrance of the swamp and looked at the moths dozing off in front of the door holding bone spikes as long as spears. He couldn't help but reveal a bit of disgust in his eyes.

As a warrior, the most shameful thing is to give up the fighting spirit, especially when the tribe is leaderless.

Even so, he still wanted to ask, there was no other way, he was forced by reality.

"Thistle Wind."