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In the darkness, deep within Hallownest, there was a mysterious place where shadows mixed with old, forgotten whispers. Black walls created a strange, ghostly scene, and the ground was so dark it seemed to swallow sound and memory, leaving only deep silence.
Amidst this surreal landscape stood a lone figure, a silent warrior whose name had been lost to the annals of time but would resonate with many titles through the ages to come.
The Knight, as it was often called, gazed across the vast expanse of Abyss in contemplation. The quiet here was comforting, especially without the Siblings, allowing the Knight to think in peace.
In the wake of its journey, marked by battles, alliances, and the ultimate confrontation that laid the Infection to rest, the Knight reflected on the transformation within Hallownest. Since Old Light was no more, the beings of shadow had returned to their eternal rest, having fulfilled their purpose. Yet, the one who extinguished her light stood apart—a unique entity with a role that transcended the end of an age. It stood at the dawn of a new era after all.
As it thought about its past, the Knight turned its mind to the future. The void had settled, but the future was wide open. What lay beyond the boundaries of old Hallownest? The Knight, now the new king, had to decide its next steps. Its true nature was that of a warrior, but it wouldn't let everything crumble after working so hard to save it.
The Knight had come to the Abyss to think. A ruler's path wasn't hasty; decisions required careful consideration. However, it had already spent a considerable time here—weeks, perhaps years; time blurred within the Abyss. Knowing it was time to move on, the Knight set its mind on the next step.
This type of decision wasn't something to be made solely through contemplation either; it needed a starting point. Recognizing this, the Knight, driven by its inherent nature, had already decided what to do. Aiming for the heart of the kingdom—the White Palace, the proof of the Pale King's rule—it sought a symbolic beginning for a ruler navigating the complexities of an uncertain destiny.
The next few moments flew by instant. The Knight, honing its focus, extended its will into the dream realm, where a crystalline structure bathed in ethereal light awaited. At its current state, the Knight no longer required proximity to a dream's origin to access it.
In this ethereal domain, the dormant White Palace stood resolute, a timeless relic of ancient royalty. Ascending grand staircases and passing intricate chambers, the Knight approached the throne room, where the Pale King had once held regal sway. Confronting the vacant throne, a surge of power pulsed through the Knight. With Dream Nail in hand, it pierced the ground, the tool glowing brighter than ever, and in an instant, everything was enveloped in a radiant light.
From an outsider's viewpoint, a complete palace would have materialized in the heart of the Ancient Basin, seemingly emerging out of thin air. No one would guess that it was the legendary White Place nor would they believe that such a historical moment would happen so casually.
But this moment would mark the beginning of a grand new adventure.