Hollow Knight Fanfic - Honor and Blood

Chap. 29 - Let's Dance with Blood

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—Let's finish this... Kill them.

Nosk's command echoed through the dark caverns. His icy words showed no interest in those two who, in his eyes, were not worth his time. Princess Hachi was not Hornet. She was not the great warrior her sister could become.

Dozens of hooded weavers emerged from the shadows, and charged at the Khan and that Green Path bug. He had high hopes for him, but when he ran into him in the halls of the War Hall, and saw those dead, emotionless eyes, he lost interest completely.

Now, at least two dozen needles were falling from the skies toward Hachi and Ghost, who were carrying neither their needle nor their father's katana. Only those small hidden ghost daggers, which would not be able to overcome such an overwhelming force of enemies. Nosk saw them with total lack of interest, and turned to head towards his true objective. Who could give a real fight to.

A roar shook the now catacombs of Deep Nest, macabrely decorated with the screams of dozens of voices taking their last breath, while the peculiar sound of the shells being broken into pieces by a sharp weapon fell to the ground like the coldest hail. .

Nosk... stopped dead at such a sound. Atonic, unable to believe what he had heard... Those were not the sounds he was expecting.

The enormous insect turned around slowly, only to look in amazement at what such a scenario revealed to them. In his mind... impossible. That insect from Green Path... The one whose interest completely disappeared after their first encounter, was in a crouching position, slowly rising as the wind shook its black cloak, carrying with it the small drops of blood that dripped from its daggers. Once pathetic in the sight of Deep Nest's great general.

Around him, ten... No... Fifteen... Eighteen bodies torn to pieces, devoid of life, severed as if they had been cut by the executioner's sharp blades. Hachi's face, of shock and fear, was a creepy complement to the scene, as he looked with fearful eyes and frantic breathing at the one Nosk had previously considered his companion.

The Green Path warrior was finally able to stand fully, and his vacant gaze fell on Nosk as if his reason for living had become ending his life. And that look, previously insipid and tasteless, now overflowed with rage and hatred... Nosk... He could only feel his blood boiling at that, while a sinister smile appeared involuntarily on his face.

—Y-Yes... That's what I... meant...

Nosk's words seemed wrapped in delirium and his own bloodlust, as his body finally turned fully to face the ghost. His figure imposed itself, his hands pressed his scythe in front, who with a simple circular movement split the air in front of him, releasing gusts of wind that shook even the very foundations of the buildings right next to him. This insect was at a level far beyond what Ghost had ever faced... And he knew it.

The ghost, for the first time in his life, raised his hand from under his cloak, and removed the clasp that had the garment attached to his body. Tela, which took flight, dragged by the wind of calamity, to wherever its capricious walk pushed it. Revealing, for the first time to the eyes of those present, what the ghost was hiding under that robe.

A latent shell, toned and looking like it wanted to burst before the muscles that pressed it. One who proudly showed the hundreds of scars that their life had left them.