Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27356783-20190924020126/@comment-27344811-20190924153616

The orb does very little, almost nothing, and The Shade Lord starts crawling on its arms, scuttling towards Parasoul.

Back in the Soul Sanctum...

"My word, this place is cramped." Amidias raises his trident from the disintegrating body of a Mistake. "Not only that, these like to appear..."

Duke Fishron crawls forward along the floor, sniffing. "What it is, boy? Do you smell something?"

Duke growls, getting a bit off the ground and flying around the corner, and judging from the sounds he’s just torn a few Soul Twisters to shreds. Duke grunts again.

“What is- oh.” Amidias turns the corner. It looks like the soul twisters were pushing a carted table, with a few jars of that one white liquid they store here, and tubes of it are inserted into a body on the table; it’s a bug, wearing a blue hood and a shield on his chest.

“Hm...” Amidias moves the shield to reveal a giant crack in his chest that’s slowly seeping the white stuff. “Well, whatever they were doing with this doesn’t seem to be working..” Amidias touches the bug’s arm. “It does seem, however, he’s alive, and nobody deserves to die like this. Duke, potion.”

Duke spits out a Greater Potion of Healing into Amidias’ open hand, and Amidias rolls back the hood, pops open the bottle, and opens the bug’s mouth, and tilts the bottle so it enters the bug’s mouth.

“Hopefully it swallows and- ah, I think the body just did out of reflex. The chest stopped leaking... now, let’s-“

The bug jerks up, grabbing Amidias by the collar of his armor and then shrieks upon seeing him, and then shrieks upon Duke growling.

“This might be a long day.” Amidias sighs.

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The Hollow Knight draws a picture.

It’s a circle with lines sticking out of it.