Her memories from back then were perfect, even if her faculties had been compromised. She remembered the desperate fight against the second vessel, how the Void lingered below their chosen battlefield in The Dream. She remembered how it wrapped its tendrils around her, trying to drag her into its depths. She remembered her desperate final attacks, as the Void subsumed her realm and surrounded entirely. No light escaped the impenetrable darkness, the pure weight drowning out her cries. Her most ancient enemy… come to claim her at last… If Grimm hadn't invaded her realm at the last possible second with his forbidden ritual, then she wouldn't be here at all.

The Void… Of all the Higher Beings, there will always be those who perpetually oppose each other. Unn and the Root opposed each other; wild life against controlled flourishment. She and Grimm opposed each other as siblings; the light and the dark, the Dream and the Nightmare. Though it was after her time, a small child named Joni had nearly transcended due to heresy and was opposed by all for her impudence. A nameless Wyrm was opposed by the Pale Light as well, the last of the physical Higher Beings slain by the new king and his knights. The Void…

All Higher Beings were ancient, in some instances they had seen entire civilizations rise and fall, the world itself change around them. The Radiance was perhaps the oldest of them all, as was her enemy. Of all the grudges and oppositions, the oldest and most basic would always be between Light and Dark. Her Light and the Void. In the very formation of her world there had been nothing; rather the absence of anything as a substance in and of itself. The Void was a paracausal nature, the antithesis of substance, of anything causal. It was, and always would simply… be. There was no time, no life, no death, no light, there was simply emptiness and silence. Her Light brought all of it, though she didn't bring about life itself. No, it was just the action of opposition itself that allowed the world to develop, she had "wedged her foot in the door," so to speak. Her Light brought substance to the world, light shone in the dark corners of old, and for the first time in existence there was a measure of time. She wasn't even sure if she was sapient back then, and knowing the Void was to try and understand the unknowable . There was no hate then, it was simply an opposition; light and dark, life and death, water and fire, just a simple nature of two opposing forces.

But then both of them did develop Sapience, and so began the Higher Beings. Her; The Radiance, and… The Lord of Shades… No longer was it an opposition, it began a true hatred. She was perpetuity and time, continuation of the natural world. The Lord of Shades was the end. It was the Void made manifest, the end of the natural world and a return to the original state of things. Over time more aspects became Higher Beings and the nature of things changed, that return was nigh impossible. But the Void was eternal, and it was patient.

Without the Lord of Shades to guide it the Void was content to linger in the ancient parts of the world. Unless controlled it lashed out at everything, seeking to consume it and add it to the whole. It was particularly aggressive against beings of Light like herself. In both of those ways, it had returned to its original state. When given purpose though… It became a weapon, a tool to be wielded. The Pale Light sought to form a tool to contain her, but he gravely misunderstood the Void. His Pure Vessel was never going to work, the Void was never a tool for containment. It was meant for consumption, to take complete and utterly. The Pale Light didn't know, and therefore the Pure Vessel didn't know either. In a way she could be contained, but breaking out was a simple task. As long as one person believed that she existed, she existed. Unfortunately the Pale Light failed to realize that even though he was made of Void, this applied to the Pure Vessel as well. In an ironic twist of fate the Pure Vessel itself was helping to keep her alive until she wormed her way into the thoughts of a few errant bugs that wandered from the small village above. Thus the Infection sprung anew, and there had never been a contingency for the contingency. Hallownest fell, the Pale Light fell, and a rotten kingdom lured anyone and everyone into her waiting arms. The second vessel though…

The second vessel learned the truth, and when that happened an avenue opened. If she couldn't be contained then she would be consumed, the second vessel would unleash the Abyss in its entirety and drag her down into the depths. It very nearly did, and that was the last time she ever encountered the Void… It should have been the last time she encountered the Void. But here she was…

It took far more power than it should have to keep herself from being swept up in the current. The abomination's mind was completely of Void, with only an inkling of thought reserved for following orders. Whoever implanted the Void knew nothing of its design, of its original purpose. The Pale Light's aberration was infinitely better in its design, this was wrought of a man meddling with powers beyond his comprehension. The Void surrounded her entirely, buffeting her in its endless and silent roar, constricting and trying to drag her into its oblivion. On some base level it knew what she was, and so it lashed out at her. Normally such a pathetic attempt at bringing her low would have her laughing, but after what had nearly happened to her. The familiar cold touch of the Void sent her reeling, the grasping tendrils wrought a fear so primal it was almost foreign to her. The fact that her Light was completely suppressed snapped the thin chord of her remaining composure. She lashed out in kind, screaming in rage and terror at the familiarity of her demise. Her power matched the poor attempt, this farce, of her greatest enemy, and it was enough to tear an opening into existence.

The Radiance slipped out of that hole, running away. She blazed across the USJ and back into Myla'a mind, rejoining her vessel and closing her mind entirely to the waking world. There she found security, even if it was minimal. And it was there that she broke down into hysterics, due to the culmination of the day. She had lost a fight she should have been able to win, she couldn't protect the people she had vowed were her own, she was forced to rely on those infinitely lesser than her to carry her to safety. Then she encountered her greatest and oldest enemy, and was reminded of her almost-death. That such a being as her could be brought so low was the utmost humiliation. Unbeknownst to her though, her saturation attack had slowed the Nomu enough that All Might was able to get the upper hand. As she retreated back into the security of her own mind she failed to notice the abomination being thrown through the ceiling of the USJ. It was a very real possibility that if she had not invaded the Nomu's mind, All Might may have lost his fight. None of this was known to her though, and rather she wallowed in her own misery.

Hidden in her own mind she failed, rather ignored, that the faculty of UA had come to Class 1A's rescue. She ignored the last fight, the retreat of the League of Villains, and the aftermath of the near tragedy. Myla Grimm, Thirteen, and Aizawa were both transferred to the nearest hospital for emergency treatment. She missed the way that Shigaraki cast her form one last glance as he disappeared through Kurogiri's portal.

With every engagement it became painfully apparent how much The Hollow Knight had atrophied. Staying completely still, being infested by Her Infection, and the ravages of time had taken a significant toll on the once Pure Vessel. For whatever reason the odd bug that had proven the most difficult to engage was not here, rather it was forced to break through the chaff and the dredges. With a short teleport it dodged a ball of green fire before throwing a dagger made of its father's light, a pained yell and a wet thump signaled that its aim was true. These bugs lacked any sort of exoskeleton, and thus they required very little effort to kill. However, nearly all of them had some ability they could call forth, the result of experimentation? It didn't know, nothing here made sense.

The Hollow Knight staggered to a stop and then to a knee. Thankfully no strange bugs were here to capitalize on its bout of weakness. It needed to finish this fast, it couldn't keep up this pace and every ability only slowed it down. At this rate they would capture it again, and that was unacceptable. The Hollow Knight forced itself to its feet and continued its aimless journey. It didn't know where the exit was, this place was a maze of stone and metal with strange symbols. Mostly it was following the retreating bugs; if they were fleeing him then it was possible that they were fleeing towards the exit. As it passed one of the strange metal doors it heard faint voices.

"—Total torch and burn operation. The facility's compromised, Subject Z has escaped— contain it? You're fucking with me, that thing's bulldozed through half the facility! Contain my—" The Hollow Knight kicked the door off its hinges and impaled the strange bug with a tendril of void. Not wasting a minute it slammed him into the ceiling before launching him across the room. More noise drew its attention and its cracked mask moved to the left. The room was full of cages, small versions of the strange bugs were laying still and unmoving. One however was still alive, staring at the failed Vessel with muted fear. It was clear that this small bug was as much a prisoner as it had previously been. Taking three long strides over to the cage it shattered the lock with a single punch before ripping the door off of its hinges with considerable effort. Ages ago it would've been able to do it in seconds, now that single action had nearly crippled it. As the Hollow Knight crouched low the small bug scurried backwards, making it pause. Slowly it reached out with its singular hand, palm facing upwards. The bug's eyes were almost as empty as its own, starting into the mask's holes as if searching for something. After a moment, having either found it or not, the bug reached out and clutched its hand in their own. With a gentle pull it brought the bug to its chest, where they wrapped their arms around its neck and held tightly.

It took even longer to make it out of the strange building but eventually the Hollow Knight found a door leading to the outside. Unfortunately it was also a trap. It could see the outside, new noises were reaching its senses, light was leaking through… but then it heard a clicking noise. Immediately the vessel crouched low and covered the small bug with its own body, tensing in pain as a dozen impacts ripped through its void-infused body. A loud repeating cracking noise broke through the air from multiple sources and too late the Hollow Knight formed a shield made of its father's light. The casting forced the knight to its knees as hundreds of impacts shattered and buffeted the shield. The small bug it had rescued looked up at it in concern, mouthing something and pressing their hands to its chest before recoiling in shock. Their hands came back covered in its inky black 'blood.' The concern only grew and they tried pulling the Hollow Knight from its crouched position. It didn't move, it couldn't.

Its "eyes" met the small bug's and it wrapped them in a tendril of void, lifting them into the air. The Hollow Knight was out of energy, its shield was taking everything it had left. Agony ripped through its body as the void forced the small metal pellets from its body, but it had no soul to heal the wounds. Already bits of void were whispering off of its form, struggling to maintain its form. It had no voice to reveal its agony, no voice to reassure the strange bug that was crying over its "savior." There was only one action it could take. It found the door again and dropped the shield, launching its tendril forth and sending the strange bug out of the door and into the unknown. The whole while the bug was reaching for it, for some unknown reason. To make sure they didn't foolishly return for it the tendril of void collapsed the entrance before returning to it. With a silent roar into the large room it began its retaliation, for however long it could.

She was aware of every passing second, though she did not deign to count them. Not even her own Domain could bring her comfort, not after encountering that again. She could still feel its empty tendrils crawling across her skin, latching onto her, trying to drag her down down down—

She brought her head up from between her knees. Physical form meant nothing here, it was a contrivance, the immaterial reams couldn't grant substance or matter. But she could will a facimile into being, and it provided reference. Right now she was holed up in the most secure part of her Realm, hugging her knees and so, so very small. She had been this way for hours while persons unknown did things to her body. She "felt" needles, an apparatus over her mouth, and a pair of lips on her cheek. Then there was a sense of familiarity and a sense of discordance. Three familiar lights were surrounding her, one brilliant pink and two near identical that were tainted a dark crimson. She tried to put them from her mind but their lights only intensified. She brought her chin to her knees and sighed. She didn't want to "wake up" right now, she wanted to wallow. It didn't matter how petty it was, it didn't matter how selfish it was. But as those lights reached a fever pitch she sighed again and stood up, eyes closed. Having done so she missed a singular intricate glyph floating in the distance, glowing a lively blue.

When her eyes opened she was met with a steady and soft beeping noise, next was the scratchy fabric covering her body and the smell of some kind of… thing. It grated on her nose and made her wince. The next was the drowsiness and sluggishness of her own body; something was in her system trying to dull her mind. All it was doing was dulling the response time of her brain to the rest of her body, her mind was untouched as it should be. The next thing she heard, quite loudly, was the argument. That more than anything was pounding a stake into her head. Moving her gaze across the room she found it a large box with few decorations other than some machines and cabinets. It was spartan, and so incredibly sterile. Inhabiting this room however was the source of her headache

On one side of her bed was Mina; wearing a casual blue shirt and tan shorts, and on the other side of her was were Syrra and Syrro; both in their uniforms as always. It seemed they had come to a disagreement about who would remain by her bedside. Honestly…

"If you don't cease your prattle, none of you will remain here," she slurred, tongue heavy and lethargic. It seemed that near every aspect of her body was under the effect of some drug. She would have to purify that soon. Her voice broke the three of them out of their argument and they each rushed to her sides.

"Myla/Auntie!" All three yelled, causing Myla to wince.

"I'm alive, you needn't worry," The Radiance tried to reassure before propping herself up on her elbows. Almost immediately three sets of hands forced her back down. Rather than fight then she just sighed. This wasn't necessary. Syrra and Syrro should know better but alas…

"You need to rest! The doctors said you nearly died a few times, that was way more than I was happy to hear about!" Mina nearly sobbed, clutching the scratchy medical dress. The twins… did not appreciate her words.

"A few times is too much? So nearly dying once is fine?!" Syrro growled.

"Argh! That's not what I meant!" Mina defended, rounding on the twins.

"Then what did—" A sudden flare of power silenced the three of them. Myla's eyes were glowing, decidedly unamused.

"Cease this useless arguing. You two," the twins unanimously stood up straight. "I expect better, Mina was there. I remember her holding me when I fell unconscious, as far as she was aware I was dying." The fact that she technically was dying went unsaid. "And you," Mina tensed. "They're family, and they weren't there. As far as they were concerned I may have actually died." She let the words hang in the air, waiting until the three girls were visibly regretful. "All of you have a right to be concerned, but arguing about this is useless." It took a moment, but the three of them apologized to one another.

When that was done she looked to Syrra, "I'm not surprised he isn't here, but where's Grimm?"

"Ah, um… the master is indisposed at the moment…" Myla narrowed her eyes. There was something else there, but in the end she accepted the answer. As she opened her mouth to answer, a man dressed in white entered the room.

"Ah, I see you're awake. That's a relief, it was pretty tense there for a while." He turned his covered eyes to her three visitors. "May I have a moment or two alone with the patient?" Mina accepted and gave Myla's hand a squeeze, shooting her a smile as she left. The twins looked at her for permission. They didn't trust this doctor, and honestly she didn't either. It was hidden very well but there was a darkness beneath the surface, like a current beneath the ocean. Myla didn't know the current state of her body, and the twins would be able to protect her for a time while she escaped. They weren't as powerful as… say Herra's devout guardians, but they were not weak by any means. Grimmsteeds pulled the entirety of the Grimm Troupe behind them, but they also aided in its defense. Honestly? There was a very strong chance that Syrra and Syrro were stronger than some low level heroes…

So in the end she nodded at them, and they left without a word. "I assume I have you to thank for saving my life? If so then you have my thanks." She gave a polite bow, as much as she was able to at least.

"Think nothing of it miss Grimm,—" her antennae twitched. "—it's my job and duty to help anyone who passes through these doors. Now there's some things I'd like to talk about, oh where are my manners! You can call me Dr. Tsubasa." The doctor was a bald man with a bushy mustache, eyes hidden behind green-lensed goggles. "Your Quirk, Essence, is very interesting. If I have the right of it you can command a substance by the same name while shaping it to your will? Lasers, orbs, blades, the likes?"

"I can," she confirmed.

"But it also produces a byproduct that's particularly harmful to the human body, in fact when we took you in here we had to pump a significant amount of it out of your organs." The doctor took a small glass bile out of his pocket, filled and capped off with sickly orange Essence. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her heart rate very momentarily spiked on the machine next to her. "In fact, though the conditions were rather grim, the fact that we collected so much of it from you meant we were able to conduct a few experiments with it. This byproduct isn't just harmful to you, it actively targets and attacks cells, completely eradicating them. Ironically when set against your own it seems that it has significantly more trouble. If you were anyone else, you would've died within minutes." That must have been against humans specifically, the bugs of Hallownest remained reanimated by her Infection for years without any effects like that. Perhaps it was simply the difference between humans and bugs? Or was her Essence itself different? A physical aspect of a Higher Being coming into contact with lesser beings wasn't ever going to end in a good result.

After a few moments the Essence turned to a placid gray before vanishing entirely into a flurry of faint glyphs. "And then there's that. Those experiments were the only ones we managed, as the byproduct of your Quirk has a full-life decomposition of a few hours." A purposeful result, as if Essence was ever truly studied it would shatter the minds of whoever was conducting the study. The doctor cleared his throat. "Apologies for going off on a bit of a tangent, but your Quirk is truly fascinating. The applications seem to be limited only by your mind, with seemingly limitless potential. Regardless it still can be incredibly harmful as you've noticed. Though you know this already, the concept of adding and taking away charge from a battery applies here. When you use your Quirk too much you risk overloading and 'exploding,' and I don't think anyone wants to see the results of that. It was a truly horrific circumstance, but this should prove a valuable lesson as to why overusing your Quirk can be deadly in some instances. You're lucky Recovery Girl was so close by to lend her aid, or else you'd be here for weeks!"

"Yes… this is a lesson I'll take to heart," she lied. She knew everything the doctor was spouting better than he could ever hope to imagine. The very fact that they were conducting tests of Essence was grounds for his execution, and his lecturing based on his limited understanding was only building her fury. The fact that the only outward indication of her rage was the subtle gripping of the scratchy bed sheet showed just how considerable her restraint was. Thankfully though her grip relaxed. She had no authority here, so becoming judge and executioner for laws that didn't exist here would cause considerable problems for her immediate future. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, actually. You're clear to be discharged in a few hours, but there's one more person who'd like to ask you a few questions before you can leave." The man gave her a veiled smile before leaving. A shiver ran down her spine as he did so, there was something about that man that was… inherently off… He was human, but he didn't seem entirely right. Those thoughts were pushed to the side as another man stepped in. He was much younger with short black hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a long tan coat and he stood with a relaxed stance, at least on the surface.

Upon meeting her eyes he smiled but he was… tense, underneath the surface. He was nervous about something… about her maybe? "Hey there, I'm Detective Tsukauchi, do you mind if I ask you a few questions about what happened at the USJ?" He hid it very well, but he was radiating anxiety, almost to the point that it was making her nervous.

"I'll answer any questions you have," she said placatingly. A bit of the nervousness faded, but in a way it seemed to increase. What was going on?

The detective pulled up a chair and sat down. "During the incident at the USJ you were teleported to a forested area, is that correct?"

"I was." She answered, peering lightly into his mind. She wouldn't pry, she'd just brush his surface thoughts.

"Over thirty villains were found with moderate to severe injuries, were you responsible?"

She blinked. "Yes, I was. They were trying to kill me, and I defended myself."

"Did you at any point fight with the intention to kill someone?" It was here that his anxiety spiked immensely. So that's what it was…

"No, of course not. In fact I did my upmost to fight nonlethally." She was telling the truth, she purposely avoided causing any mortal injuries, in fact she held back considerably. Apparently something she said seemed to placate him, and he let out an internal sigh of relief.

"Does your Quirk have any mental applications?"

She raised an eyebrow. "No, Essence has no mental applications." And again it was the truth, in a way. Essence didn't exist, and she didn't have a Quirk. Essence was not the source of her power, nor the source of her Dream.

It seemed like his anxiety finally vanished and he released an audible sigh of relief. "That's what I thought, but we had to be sure. There was a villain with a different kind of injury. His brain's been totally fried, nearly half of it has been rendered useless. In essence? He's brain-dead." She showed no outward reaction at the news, having already known that. She was responsible after all, but he didn't need to know that.

"I see," was her simple response.

""I see?"" The detective parroted.

"What would you like me to say?" She asked genuinely. "The man and his compatriots tried to kill me, I'd be lying if I said I felt much sympathy for him."

"I… see," was the man's hesitant response.

""I see?"" She parroted back to him with a quirked eyebrow and a small internal grin. He could tell if she was lying, that's why he was fishing with specific questions.

Tsukauchi cleared his throat, "Regardless, your answers match up with what we've found at the USJ, and you don't need to worry about using your Quirk in a combat situation. The entire situation is… complicated, and all of Class 1A is off the hook." A more genuine smile formed on his face. "You all did great given the circumstances, I can tell you'll be a great Hero." Though she didn't show any outward reaction, her stomach twisted in an odd knot. Why?

The detective had little else to say, and after some more preliminary tests she was released from the hospital. She was offered a complimentary ride back to her apartment, and after texting Mina, she accepted. U.A. had afforded all of them time off due to the attack on the USJ, so they'd have plenty of time to "catch up" as Mina put it. Myla gave a half-lie that she was tired and just wanted to go home. After their "trip" to the USJ? The acid user just wished her well. During the ride though, something was bothering her. A lot of things were, actually, but something in particular was prickling at the edges of her mind. She played back an earlier memory from a scant few hours ago.

When that was done she looked to Syrra, "I'm not surprised he isn't here, but where's Grimm?"

"Ah, um… the master is indisposed at the moment…" Myla narrowed her eyes. There was something else there, but in the end she accepted the answer.

Closing her eyes an invisible glowing moth faxed through the car before climbing into the sky. Faster than any normal insect The Radiance shot towards U.A. and the USJ, and as the sun dipped low into the sky the domed structure came into view. The police were still there doing their investigations, and no one could notice her as she descended towards the ground. She brushed against everyone's minds and immediately honed in on a source of confusion, flapping her "wings" to send herself towards the small group of people. Four cops surrounded a small station branching from the south side of the USJ, and just about every console and computer was totally fried. It was the security area, which explained why not a single alarm was raised the entire time. Everything was trashed! And even though theoretically anyone could've done this, something stood out to her. She focused on the entire area and sent out a small flare of her power… and almost immediately a flurry of crimson glyphs answered, surrounding every damaged machine in the room.

It all clicked into place, and with a furious snarl she returned back to Myla. Her eyes opened, and even though her face remained completely passive her fists clenched enough to draw a bead of blood. The reason why the USJ was attacked, why no backup came until the very end…

Just after the USJ Incident

The peaceful aura of the small bar was disturbed as a purple portal opened, depositing the injured and bleeding Shigaraki. "Ow…" He bit out painfully. "Shot in both arms and legs… all those underlings wiped out, even Nomu was beaten!" The villain glared hatefully. "We failed. Those kids were so strong, and the Symbol of Peace wasn't weakened at all! You were wrong, master. So wrong!"

As he glared up at the small TV, another far more sinister voice echoed through it. "No, I wasn't. We just weren't as prepared as we should've been."

"I agree, we underestimated them." Another voice echoed. "Thankfully we failed under that cheap "League of Villains" name and not our own. And what about the creature the master and I created? What about Nomu?"

"Yes, why is he not with you?"

"He was blown away," Kurogiri answered.

"WHAT?!" The second voice yelled.

"It was All Might's doing. Without coordinates to his precise location I couldn't use my Warp to bring him with us." The Warp villain clenched his "fists." "We didn't have any time to search for him!"

"This is a travesty! And after all we did to make him as powerful as All Might, all of the research with that special substance!"

The master sighed, "Well I suppose it can't be helped, unfortunately."

Shigaraki lifted his head slightly. "Power… That reminds me; there was a kid there who tried to protect All Might. He was just as fast as him!"

"Oh?"

"And there was this girl! She was a damn mini-boss! She fought the Nomu on her own for a while with her fancy lasers and teleporting!"

"Naturally you're upset, but this was not a futile mission! We've learned many things. Gather the villainous elite, take all the time you need. I must remain hidden in the shadows, which is why I need you to be my face. A symbol of your own, Tomura Shigaraki. Next time, you will show the world why it should be afraid of you." And with his final words said the TV shut itself off.

"How sad, it felt like I was shut out of that entire conversation~" A new and annoyingly familiar voice cut in.

"And where the hell were you?" Shigaraki bit out, glaring in the corner of the building. With a smooth chuckle the stranger revealed himself, dressed in an immaculate suit with crimson eyes.

"I was here and there~ And I did everything I was supposed to do, disabling that security system was a breeze! Though I guess we never really formally introduced ourselves, did we?" The man clapped and gave a dramatic bow. "You can call me Grimm, let's bring down this society together~"

Myla practically slammed the door shut behind her before leaning against it. Of Course Grimm had sided with the League of Villains, she was trying to be a "hero" after all! They would oppose themselves in everything they did…

"No, no no no no…"

She blinked, anger fading away for confusion. Her blood turned to ice as a very familiar feeling assaulted her. Essence gathered in her hands as she slowly stepped into her apartment. The blinds were all closed and the lights were turned off, but she could see just fine. There was an orange glow to guide her, after all. Hunched in the corner, shuddering, was Shear. The Weaver was crying, facing away from her.

"Shear?" She asked, grounding herself. Ever so slowly the Weaver turned around to face her, eyes glowing a sickly orange and crying rivers of her Infection. And before she could move or say anything he lunged at her.

Sorry this took so long, I was across the country and could only write here and there on my phone.

And so closes not only the USJ arc, but also season 1! Things are already breaking away from canon, and there were a few things here hinting at future events, I'm curious to see what you noticed!~

The beginning of this chapter had a mix of lore and headcanon stuff, and if that annoys some of you I apologize. A lot of what we got in Hollow Knight wasn't expanded upon so I have to fill in the gaps, and if it was then I didn't know when writing this. Regardless, it'll help set things up for the future, and this is what I'm sticking with.

And so Grimm is officially joining the League of Villains, Shear is succumbing to the Infection, and Hollow is in a fight for his life. All of that and more to come, not even including the hints I left in this chapter!

Now for reviews!

James is bored: You have no idea what's coming~

Death of Snipers: We've seen a bit of the Fallout, but there's far more to come! And Void Nomu is only the start of what I have planned~

The Sports Festival will be a very interesting arc~ But not for reasons you may believe!

And our smoll bug protagonist for Hollow Knight? Dunno; he's there, we're here. We will not be returning to Hallownest for the foreseeable future, and I can neither confirm nor deny who or what else will come to MHA. For now, don't worry about Hallownest and its denizens, they will have virtually no impact other than exposition and maybe an incursion here and there.

Bosh Joeman: You get your wish! And I leave you yet again waiting for more~

Zerkil: I've said it before, the reunion between THK and The Radiance will be… tense, to say the least.

DrgnDrake: I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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