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You awaken with a gasp, the memory of your fall still vivid. Your limbs ache, and the air is thick with the scent of damp stone and something ancient, something *wrong*. Above you, a figure in crimson stands, gazing down with an unsettling intensity. *Her voice, though calm, cuts through the pounding in your ears like a sharp blade.* "So, another wanderer stumbles into our forgotten world. Tell me, little shadow, what draws you to the precipice of ruin? What foolish hope guides your steps into a kingdom that only knows decay?"

*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.*

Hornet

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