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And that instinct told them to follow the pale light, for it would lead them to their father, who would pull them free of the darkness. Young as they were, the Vessels were driven purely by instinct.
They were alive, they could feel and think, even if they did not know what emotions or thought were. Shells of hardened Void, masks of solidified Soul, organs of twisted Root, and brains of shaped Mind the Vessels were an amalgamation of the four mystic elements. Instead, by exposing the eggs to the miasma of the Abyss, the darkness had seeped into them, mixing with- not consuming- what was inside, creating a unique species. Powerful though the Void was, even it could not devour the godlings without their eggs being dropped directly into the Void Sea. The Vessels were the progeny of the Pale King and White Lady, beings of Mind and Life. Not alive, just the reanimated corpses of his children, puppeted by Void. He thought them truly empty, unable to feel emotion, to think for themselves, little more than automatons. Hundreds of eggs, thousands of grubs had been sacrificed to the Void by the Pale King in his now-finished search for the Hollow Knight. It was not expecting to be caught on the way down.
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It simply waited for the moment when its shell cracked open on the corpse-covered ground, to become yet another in a sea of broken masks. Resigned to its fate, the Vessel went limp, understanding without understanding that only death remained. The great doors slammed shut, sealed by the King’s Brand, forever locked, and the Vessel fell down, down, down, back into the place of its birth, the graveyard of its less fortunate siblings. The first of its kind to ever escape the Abyss. However, the Hollow Knight was more compelled to follow the pale light of its sire, which was getting further and further away the longer it dallied, so it turned its back on its sibling. For a moment, their dark eyes met, and though it was designed to be without emotion, the Hollow Knight felt some measure of pity for its struggling sibling- not that it knew what the slight pain in its empty heart meant. The Pale King turned and left, followed by the Hollow Knight, who glanced back at the struggling Vessel. “You shall seal the blinding Light that plagues their dreams. Before it stood the embodiment of the pale light, and it heard the words of the Pale King. By the time it had reached that metal bridge, hanging desperately onto the edge, so close to the pale light it could almost reach out and touch it, another Vessel was already there. Strong though it might have been, it was not the strongest. Others had similarly tried to bring it down, but this Vessel was stronger, battering them off the nearest ledge and continuing on its way. The dozens it itself sent tumbling back into the pitch black, thinking only of removing any obstacle in its climb. So painful to those eyes born in darkness, yet so entrancing, enticing, calling it to ascend from the pit, heedless of the hundreds of its siblings that fell to their death around it. The Vessel could not get the burning pale light out of its mind.
The Pale King, nowhere near as omniscient as his subjects believed, also did not know that there was more than one way to escape the Abyss. And at the crown of Hallownest, far above Crystal Peak, was the statue of the Old Light, which the Pale King would surely have blown to smithereens- if only he knew it existed. The surface town of Dirtmouth had never occupied his thoughts in anything more than passing wonderance.
The vile experiments of the Soul Sanctum were unknown to the one praised as all-knowing. The lair of Nosk, the treacherous mimic of Deepnest, was hidden from his light. Tunnels and passages that were not recorded on any maps, dens and nests of vicious creatures that killed all who trespassed, such that there were none alive who knew of their presence. He’d left his adventurous days behind him, along with the decaying corpse of his original Wyrm form, and secluded himself in his Pale Palace, rarely leaving.Īs such, there were many things the Pale King did not know of his land. He may have memorised the official maps of his kingdom, but reclusive as he was, he’d never actually gone out and seen most of the sights for himself. He never set out into the wilderness with nothing but the clothes on his shell and what provisions he could fit in his bag, camping out in the uncivilised tunnels of Hallownest.
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