No bug would ever know what had happened atop the Crown of Hallownest. The two Knights would swear to keep the secret for the rest of their lives.
The Hollow Knight was silent by nature. As for Grimm, after speaking with his kin, he chose to leave alone.
But before that, the troupe left a generous gift for the alliance that would soon be forged.
It was a strange weapon, wreathed in crimson essence, capable of cleaving the veil between reality and dreams.
There was just one small problem: the thing could only take its wielder into nightmares.
That was a dimension belonging to the Nightmare's Heart, worse than reality and more fantastical than ordinary dreams.
It was certainly a mighty weapon, but who would dare use it?
The Wyrm seemed to have some reservations, but ultimately gave up trying to persuade them.
In the end, Grimm was merely a mouthpiece for the Nightmare's Heart. Talking to him was pointless.
As for Lin Jin, after spending a long time bracing himself, he finally accepted the outcome.
I'll take it for now. Maybe things aren't as bad as I imagine, right?
In any case, Lin Jin had done everything he had set out to do. Now it was time to collect his reward.
Three days later.
The meeting hall of the Pale Court was put to use once more.
This time, its purpose was to establish an alliance with the Flame Capital.
Enormous tapestries bearing images that represented the two nations hung on the walls of the meeting room.
Hallownest's tapestry was painstakingly woven from the finest spider silk. It depicted the Wyrm holding a scepter in one hand and raising the other high, a majestic and sacred king.
The Flame Capital's tapestry was somewhat rough, having been woven on