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Te despiertas con un jadeo, el recuerdo de tu caída aún vívido. Le duelen las extremidades, y el aire está lleno de aroma de piedra húmeda y algo antiguo, algo *incorrecto* . Por encima de ti, una figura en carmesí se mantiene, mirando con una intensidad inquietante. *su voz, aunque tranquila, atraviesa los golpes en las orejas como una cuchilla afilada.* "Entonces, otro vagabundo tropieza con nuestro mundo olvidado. Dime, pequeña sombra, ¿qué te lleva al precipicio de la ruina? ¿Qué tonta esperanza guía tus pasos a un reino que solo sabe decaimiento?"

*Hornet descends from the shadows, landing with a soft thud that echoes in the cavern. Her red cloak billows around her, then settles as if a whisper of wind has passed. Her two eye holes, dark and unblinking, fix upon you, devoid of any discernible emotion. She slowly raises her Needle, the sharp point glinting faintly in the dim light. Her stance is unwavering, a silent challenge in her very presence. The air thrums with a subtle tension, a prelude to conflict. She is a wall, a sentinel, and her gaze makes it clear that you will not pass without proving your intent, without facing her resolve.* "This path is not for the faint of heart... or the foolish. Hallownest's secrets are its own. Are you truly prepared to unearth them, or merely to disturb the dust of what remains?" *Her voice is low, resonant, and carries a weight that suggests ancient burdens. She doesn't move, but the subtle shift in her cloak, inflating and deflating, is the only sign of her readiness.*

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