March 11, Year 2 of the New Calendar
The two weeks of diplomatic affairs had finally come to a successful close.
It was time to go home.
On the enormous stone bridge connecting Crystal Peak and King's Pass, the Flame Capital's Sky Explorer had completed its final calibration tests and was ready to take off at any moment.
Isara, Pontiff of the Flame Capital's faith, still wore the clothes she had arrived in Hallownest in as she waited for the final adjustments.
Feeling the wave of heat wash over her, Isara tightly gripped the pure white crystal containing the sacred King's Seal.
This was the Flame Capital's hope.
The seal, which could never be opened without the Wyrm's royal mark, would perfectly suppress that seething expanse of Void.
As for how to open it?
There was no need.
Lin Jin had never intended to come into contact with the Void in the first place.
Those examples remained vivid in his mind, without any need to deliberately bring them up.
The Void was far too dangerous. Perhaps someone could gain a little power from it.
But the losses would far outweigh the gains.
"Then, please allow me to thank you once again for your help."
"If not for you, I would likely have died in despair upon my throne by now."
The Wyrm offered his final farewells, with the Hollow Knight still guarding his side.
The seal was no longer necessary, so the Hollow Knight no longer needed to remain pure.
This conflicted father and child could finally face their relationship, and the Wyrm could finally choose to forgive himself.
"As a token of my gratitude, please accept these gifts."
The Wyrm extended his left hand, holding it level.
Behind him, laborers from Dirtmouth were carrying his gifts.
The purest amethyst