Black Barriers Hollow Knight 소설 & 이야기

Alex was startled. This was not something ordinary. In the Ultimate Book of Medicine, he had read that there were things that could spew toxic death mist. In the underworld, it belonged to the upper level of existence. If it were in the underworld, this bone dragon would also absolutely become a king and ancestor of existence. However, now, it was actually here to guard the undead. In fact, this was only one of the black shadows. The black shadows that maintained this spatial barrier could be as many as nine.

Black Hollow had always been a cursed valley. A deep scar in the earth where fog clung to the ground like a shroud, it carried the whispers of wars long past. Tonight, it was to be the graveyard of kingdoms. Serenya tightened her cloak around her, watching the distant torchlights stretch like rivers of fire across the horizon. “So many,” she whispered. The enemy host moved like a dark tide, their banners snapping in the bitter wind. Beside her, Kaelen adjusted the hilt of his blade. “They’re not invincible. They bleed like we do. But you must remember, Serenya—Black Hollow doesn’t forgive hesitation.”

Some truths had survived only because he had. The First Hollowed gasped. His fingers dug into the earth beneath him. "I..." His voice broke. "I remember..." The darkness reacted instantly. The trees surrounding the clearing bent violently as a pressure unlike anything before crashed against the crimson-gold barrier. A sharp crack echoed through the clearing. Not from the trees. From him. Thin fractures spread across the black substance covering his forearms. They glowed from within, not with crimson or shadow, but with a warm silver light.

Standing before the barrier, his cold golden eyes were streaked with terrifying bloodshot veins. He drew his iconic Blackrock greatsword and channeled every ounce of his earth essence into the blade. Boom! He hacked the sword fiercely against the dark barrier. Yet the thick black light acted like a giant sponge. Instead of splitting open, the earth power was absorbed entirely, making the barrier even sturdier. Kaelen let out a bestial roar. He struck again and again in a frenzy. The skin on his palms split open, and blood streamed down the hilt to the ground. But he felt no pain, his gaze fixed rigidly on the figure lying on the ground inside.

But something was terribly wrong. Their armor had fused to their bodies. Black veins pulsed beneath cracked skin. Silver eyes had become completely black. Each warrior carried the remains of a once-beautiful crystal weapon now stained by shadows. The first Hollow One stopped twenty feet away. It tilted its head unnaturally. Its voice sounded like dozens of whispers speaking together. “…King…” Another stepped forward. “…Return…” Then every Hollow One spoke at once. “…TO THE DARKNESS.” They charged. The corridor exploded into chaos.

The hydraulics groaned, and the steel doors began to crawl apart. "Once we hit the garage, we take the black SUV in bay four," Tate grunted. "Stay behind me until I—" Thwip. A suppressed crack. No louder than a dry twig. Tate’s head snapped back. A dark hole bloomed between his eyes. The wall behind him turned a messy shade of crimson as he hit the linoleum with a thud. Lina didn't scream. She didn't have the breath for it. Seventy feet down the hall, a shadow in tactical black lowered a rifle and began to run.

Felt the bond warm beside it, Kael’s presence and strength available through it. Felt the barrier work starting to rise at the edges — still not seamless, still requiring conscious maintenance, but holding. “Go,” Morgana said. The first construct hit the barrier. I caught its architecture in the half-second window, read the structure, threw it back at the first target. The target shattered. Second construct, third — simultaneous. Split the reflection, returned both. Two targets.

I nearly dropped the tissue. A guy leaned casually against the locker beside mine, like hallways had never made him nervous a day in his life. Brown curls. A hockey jacket hanging carelessly over his uniform like rules was more of a suggestion to him. Friendly eyes that actually reached his smile—which immediately made him the rarest thing I’d encountered at Blackthorn Elite all day. “I’ve had better,” I admitted carefully. His gaze flicked to my locker, and something crossed his face. “They started early.” “They?”

They felt like their bodies refused to comply with their brains. “Are you sure about that?” Shadow’s right hand sneakily delved inside her back pocket. Hermes and Hercules stayed silent, and couldn't say anything. Their minds were mostly blank. Pitch black. Literally nothing. They had no thoughts which were weird. Gradually, Shadow revealed what she was hiding behind her. It was a SURVIVOR HK-786BK Black Survival Knife. Hermes and Hercules’s eyes bulged and their mouths were literally foaming. They were also unsurprisingly peed inside their pants due to the fear.

He picked it up and pointed it at her, and then fired a shot. “HIBARA!” Lily, Shiloah, and Amy approached us and they were telling me that everything will be okay. A single tear fell from my eyes as I stared at Hibara’s terrified expression. It’s my first time to see her beautiful emerald eyes this close, and it was full of fear. I smiled sadly, closed my eyes, and my body felt heavy lying on top of her. Black’s voice was the last thing I heard before everything faded away. “I see… Playing 'knight in shining armor' ay? Sadly, you weren’t wearing any armor.”