Hollow Knight: Hallownest

While Morron was breaking through the Pantheon, time was passing in and around Hallownest.

This day is an ordinary day, but also a special day.

The White King came to the martial arts arena quietly, watching the almost one-sided sparring match inside, with a rare daze in his eyes.

Despite this, several other free knights still noticed his presence and saluted respectfully.

The White King nodded and walked to the sparring area. The two fighting parties inside stopped fighting at the appropriate time and bowed as well.

He looked at Bai who lowered his head, stroked his palm and said, "Get ready, come with me."

"Bai, you too."

The White King's words left the knights somewhat confused, but they still nodded in agreement.

As the king's personal guards, they don't need to know too much, just follow the orders when they are given.

The king would naturally tell them what they should know, and since he didn't say it, they naturally wouldn't ask any more questions.

They said they were preparing, but the Four Knights were already in combat readiness during their daily training, so now they just cleaned the dust off their bodies, restored their appearance to the best, and then regrouped.

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes!"

"Let's go then."

The White King murmured softly, and with a wave of his white hand, a magic circle appeared under his feet.

There was a flash before my eyes, and the color of the surroundings changed from white to black. The light also suddenly dimmed, and rustling sounds continued to be heard from the shadows all around, but soon it returned to silence.

The White King was in front, and the other insects followed closely, and they arrived in front of a big gate one after another.

The Weaver's Nest has always been kept well-kept secret from the outside world. Few insects know about this place, not even the Five Knights.

At this time, the Weaver guards stationed in front of the gate noticed that the pervasive aura was suddenly mixed, and their vigilance suddenly rose. They raised their weapons and pointed them in the direction where the White King was coming from.

bass--

The bone nail was unsheathed and made a sound before Bai's hand was pressed back by the White King: "No need to do anything, we are the guests."

As the White King's silhouette gradually became clearer, the Weaver Guards finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the hostility in their eyes still did not dissipate much, not only because of the aura of annihilation emitted by Bai Wai, but also because they knew the purpose of the White King's visit.

He came to take away their king.

But they can't do anything.

Just as the Weaver guard in front of the door was secretly feeling sad and was about to make way to let the White King and others enter the nest, the door suddenly opened and an insect with the same extraordinary temperament walked out.

"Let's go."

This sentence was said by Hera.

She had already sensed the White King's arrival and had already made all preparations before his departure.

The White King nodded silently but did not move, waiting for Hera's action.

She stepped towards the depths of the nest, towards the location of the cocoon. After taking a few steps, she stopped and looked back at the nest. Then she quickened her pace and blended into the darkness.

Hera's pace was not slow, which made the White King, who had been deliberately slowing down his pace, seem to be lagging behind, so he couldn't help but speed up.

The reason why he came here first was not because it was close to the palace and had the ability to teleport. It would only take him a blink of an eye to go to the Holy Nest. He came here first just because he was worried about Hera, afraid that she would not be able to let go of the past and cause trouble.

Did Hera let go of everything?

The answer is of course no.

Hera, who was walking in front of the team, had a calm expression, and did not look like she was about to die, but a contradictory emotion of regret and relief flashed in her eyes.

Her regret was that she could not see her daughter again before she died. Her concern was like a weaver's thread, which could not be torn apart and would always stick together.

But her luck also comes from this.

If the daughter were here, she would definitely look very disappointed, after all, her mother...had chosen to compromise once again.

A barely perceptible bitter smile appeared at the corner of Hera's mouth, which lasted only a moment before disappearing.

A group of insects walked to the deepest part, where there were cocoons of all sizes. Finally, they stopped at the door of the largest cocoon.

"Is this where you chose to sleep?"

The White King raised his head slightly, his expression not showing much surprise, or perhaps he had expected it.

"This is where he is buried. I...still want to meet him."

"You will, for sure."

He knew more or less about Hera's past, so he could naturally infer that this was the place she chose.

Hera led them through the complicated route in the cocoon and came to a huge coffin hanging in the air.

She walked forward, raised her arm and stroked it gently. At the same time, the pupils of the four knights behind her shrank slightly.

At the moment when Hera's hand touched the coffin, the gray stone surface suddenly lit up with a pattern similar to this shape, flashed and then recovered, becoming as dim as usual.

The pattern of the seal did not reveal any pressure, but on the contrary, for some reason, the knights could feel the solidity contained in it. Even if they used all their strength, they might not be able to cause any damage to it.

If such a seal is used on armor, wouldn't it be...

It was normal for the knights to have such thoughts, but only Hera knew that the seal on the coffin condensed her lifelong wisdom. Even if a small half of it was peeled off, it would be enough for an ordinary weaver to learn for a lifetime.

"Is this the place?" King Bai asked softly.

Hera shook her head. "He has always preferred quiet and light, but for me he was willing to stay in the noise and darkness. I want to meet him, but I don't want it to be too abrupt."

She led everyone deeper into the cave again, and stopped only after they entered a secret room filled with dim light.

It was a spacious place, but it was very well arranged. In the center there was a well-built stone platform standing quietly, and there were many weavers' flags hanging on all four sides.

Hera walked forward slowly, sat on the stone platform, and lay down quietly, her eyes looking above the secret room, not knowing where her thoughts drifted to.

King Bai didn't say much when seeing this. He raised his hands and pressed them down slightly, and the dim secret room was suddenly illuminated by white light.

The light quickly became dim, and gathered into a series of light beams that shot onto the stone platform, enveloping Hera.

The latter felt a warmth welling up in his heart, and his body gradually relaxed. He folded his hands and placed them lightly on his chest, looking relaxed, and gradually closed his eyes.

So comfortable, is this... the feeling of death?

Hera is not dead in her current state, but the White King has activated the seal-related Dream Keeper formation. Only when the power of the three Dream Keepers is gathered together will the formation deprive them of their lives.

After finishing everything, the White King did not say anything to disturb Hera.

The magic circle rose again, and the insects disappeared again. In the secret room, the whispering sound was heard again.

"Are you still waiting for me?"

"Wait for me, I...will be right there."