The ruins of the forgotten chamber lay silent once more, bathed in the cold glow of the fungal caverns beyond. Dust settled over the broken mask, a remnant of what once was—a shattered history left behind.
The Knight and the Last Container walked side by side, their silent forms moving through the dark corridors of Hallownest's depths.
There was no infection now. No Radiance to consume.
And yet, something had changed.
The Last Container had been nothing but a remnant, a fractured failure discarded by its creator. Now, it had been given another chance.
A chance to be.
"Where do we go now?" the Container asked.
The Knight did not answer.
They only pressed forward, into the endless dark.
Because in Hallownest, the past could never truly die.
But perhaps, just perhaps—
The future could still be written.
(END)