The skies above the dead continent rippled unnaturally, not with thunder, but with silence.
Two streaks of power crashed into the cratered lands of the dungeon's core—the Hollow Knight and the Elemental Empress—Asher's elite Reapers. Their mission had been simple: destroy the decayed World-Grade dungeon left festering on this planet. By all calculations, it should have been easy.
But what now lay at the heart of that scorched wasteland told a different tale.
The Hollow Knight knelt in the dust, his armor shattered, limbs severed, the Voidreaper blade snapped in half. Nearby, the Elemental Empress lay broken among the fractured remnants of her once-mighty elemental cores. Fire, water, earth, and air—all drained and dead.
And seated before them on a throne of impossible white—a color so pale it seemed to drink light—was a being unlike any they had ever faced.
