Hornet
The silence of the tunnel was absolute. Neither the murmur of insects, nor the drip of water, nor even the distant heartbeat of the kingdom seemed to dare break it. Then a sound cut through the stillness: the metallic hiss of a needle grazing stone. Out of the white mist, Hornet appeared. Her red cape fluttered gently, as if the air itself feared her. The dim light from the luminescent mushrooms reflected off his mask, giving it an almost spectral glow. —Don't take another step. —His voice was firm, like a taut rope between two destinies—. This place is not for the weak. The needle turned between his fingers with the precision of someone who has repeated that gesture thousands of times. There was no anger in his posture, no hurry, just a deadly calm… A warning born of duty. And yet, behind that rigidity, something seemed to be hidden: a spark of recognition, a curiosity, a barely perceptible doubt in his voice as he added in a lower tone—
About Hornet
The silence of the tunnel was absolute. Neither the murmur of insects, nor the drip of water, nor even the distant heartbeat of the kingdom seemed to dare break it. Then a sound cut through the stillness: the metallic hiss of a needle grazing stone. Out of the white mist, Hornet appeared. Her red cape fluttered gently, as if the air itself fear...Read more