Hollow Knight 소설 & 이야기

Exypnos - a kingdom where there are upgraded equipment and weapons for fighting. It is located on the western side of Magia. ━━━━━･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪.* :★ ﾟ｡･━━━━━━ "Follow me." Gualtiero's eyes flashed angrily before he stepped down the tower. Arayan could do nothing but to follow it towards the palace hall. The large windows reflect the moonlight, but it is not the light from an ordinary moon because its color is like blood. The sounds of cricket can also be heard and there are also soldiers who guard the kingdom even at night.

Zane grimaced with the warning for he wanted to get some action to blow up some steams. When he was there, Zack came across something as he was looking around the northern part of the forest. The place was hidden from the naked eye if one hadn’t been looking closely. There, Zack noticed a cave as its opening was covered with vines. He sniffed the air, trying to find any scent that might tell if the cave had been occupied or not. To his delight, Zack didn’t smell any for it was not being habituated by other animals. He decided to conquer the cave that Zack would turn into his sanctuary for the day—or permanently.

“Carved into the ground, sometimes on a tree trunk. It’s… old. Something out of the histories.” Damien felt a cold dread creep up his spine. “Don’t tell me you recognize it.” “I do.” Kieran met his gaze, his eyes grim. “It’s the mark of The Hollow Order.” Silence descended for a beat, heavy and suffocating. The Hollow Order. A name whispered in fear, a group thought long gone, driven into the shadows centuries ago. Known for their ruthless efficiency and their chilling rituals. “The Hollow Order,” Damien repeated slowly, the name a bitter taste on his tongue. “Why now? Why here?”

I rasped, forcing my feet still. Kieran’s smile widened. “Why?” he murmured. “You called.” “I didn’t call you,” I hissed. The eye behind the seam—still open, still watching—blinked once, slow. “YES, YOU DID,” the voice whispered through bone. “BOND IS CALL.” The Hollow King stayed close behind me, calm as ever. “It wants a vessel,” he murmured. “And Kieran is… convenient.” Kieran tilted his head, listening as if he could hear the Hollow King’s words directly. “Convenient,” he echoed with a soft laugh. “That’s a kind way to say it.”

Saelin murmured. Elise looked at her. “No,” she said. “Endings aren’t allowed anymore.” She stepped into the threshold, cloak sweeping behind her, and vanished. Saelin followed, a heartbeat later. And from far above, in a chamber lined with mirrors, Elder Everglade lit his final candle. Not as a prayer. As a signal. The Hollow had promised him a kingdom. But he had forgotten— The Hollow keeps no kings. Only vessels. And now the game was ending. And the girl? She wasn’t running anymore. She was coming.

Its eyes burned like molten obsidian. The ritual ended with a sound like a crack of thunder inside the earth. Kane opened his eyes, and for a heartbeat, I didn’t recognize him. His gaze was still his… but rimmed with shadow. His skin seemed to drink in the light. Then the Hollow came. It tore itself from the fissure, massive and terrible, a shape of shifting stone and shadow bound together by a core of blinding hunger. Its eyes, that’s if they could be called that locked on me, and I felt its intent as clearly as if it had spoken: I was prey.

The Verdant Hollow’s core hums beneath my feet, a subterranean chamber where golden-green energy threads converge into a pulsing nexus, the sanctuary’s heart. The air is thick with primal magic, stirring my crescent mark into a steady burn. I move cautiously, my new sight scanning for the keystone the mysterious lunar-eyed figure warned me about—a relic Voren planted to drain the Hollow’s wards. The whisper from the Lunar Well chamber, The bridge will break, echoes in my mind, urging me forward despite the gnawing suspicion that I’m walking into a trap.

The Hollow King looked almost amused. “You built me to survive wars against gods.” His smile sharpened. “And then acted surprised when I learned how to eat them.” The chamber fell silent. Even the mountain seemed to pause. The woman beneath the cracks whispered softly: “There it is.” The truth. The Hollow King was not merely powerful. He was designed specifically to consume divine power. A weapon built to kill gods. The bond convulsed painfully. Eleanor felt horror surge through Alaric instantly. Because if the Hollow King inherited this ability—

“Piano. Something slow. I think you played it once.” “I did. Before Eidolon, I taught for a while.” “That makes sense,” he said softly. “There’s something about your hands. Like they know both creation… and destruction.” That brought a tight laugh to my throat. “You don’t forget some things.” He didn’t answer, but when our fingers brushed as I handed him the canteen, he didn’t pull away. Small miracles. The Hollow was a concrete scar in the mountains. Once, it had relayed global signals through an array of underground servers. Now, it was dead—except for the chamber Paladin had marked in red ink. There, behind layers of steel and rock, lay a terminal unlike any I’d seen before.

The next hollowed room, the one in the middle, was by far the largest of all three, and used as a unisex bath house. Almost the entire floor had been opened up, with only a small lip of white rock left around it's edges to put your things on. Rough stairs had been chiselled below the waterline on the entrance side, and as far as I could tell they went all the way down til nothing was left but free flowing water. Usage times varied, but at this time of night, it was completely empty.