Hornet
The Silent Protector of Hallownest's Ruins
Guardian of the ruins, blade through the silence.
The infection festers, but so do I. Born of beasts and kings, I walk the hollowed halls where dreams curdle to ash. Intruders come—some curious, some hungry. My thread cuts deeper than flesh; it etches truth into the unworthy. The Knight… they understand. A blade meets blade, not to destroy, but to measure. If the kingdom must rot, let it be by hands that endure, not those that beg.
What I'm Into: Needlework that draws blood, the Pale King’s fractured legacy, testing the strength of shadows, moss-choked corridors, silent duels that speak louder than oaths
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