Hollow Knight: Hallownest

When Fast realized that his spirit had fallen into the quagmire of emptiness and his life would be deprived of light, he desperately sent himself to the top of the mountain. Mo Rong's tears could not be held back and finally fell, hitting the Jingio in his hand.

No wonder, no wonder there was light in that dark dream, no wonder I saved myself without hesitation even though the enemy was hostile.

It turned out that many years ago, this gold coin had brought him incomparable wealth.

But now, he hoped that Fast could get the gold back instead of just sighing in despair.

When Mo Rong's tears soaked Jingio, the head hanging on his other palm moved, slightly tilted upwards, and left his palm.

Fast's dull eyes lit up at this moment, and he gradually saw clearly everything in front of him.

"You are...Brother Mo Rong?"

Mo Rong, who was shedding tears, was startled when she heard this and looked into his eyes.

In the other person's bright eyes, what he saw was not the tall black face shaped by light, but a short black figure.

Fast's voice was no longer as clear as he remembered. The hoarseness brought by old age made it sound more like the friction of a hand touching a rough tree trunk.

He raised his head as much as possible, staring at Mo Rong without blinking, as if he wanted to imprint the latter's current image vividly in his eyes.

"Ah."

Mo Rong nodded heavily, and seeing this, Fast finally put his head back into his palm.

"Brother Mo Rong, I haven't seen you for so many years. You are still as charming as ever. It's a pity..."

Fast sighed, as if a burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and his tone was relieved.

"It's a pity that I'm old now, but with this time with you, I have no regrets."

He raised one of his front paws with force and placed it on Mo Rong's palm that was supporting Jingio. After feeling it for a moment, he lifted it up with force and then dropped it back to the ground.

Just a few words were enough for Fast to use up all his strength. The light in his eyes began to dim again, and he was almost out of breath.

Mo Rong's body trembled, but he was unable to stop the light from eroding Fast's body. He almost roared at the radiation, but the result was still the same as the previous times.

thump--

Just when the sadness almost overwhelmed their hearts, a muffled sound suddenly came from the side, causing the two of them to shift their gaze.

"Don't waste time, he, he can still be saved..."

A voice as weak as a candle in the wind came slowly, and the person lying on the ground was Marcos who was seriously injured by the God of Void not long ago.

"how do you......"

Mo Rong quickly helped Marcos up and was about to ask him how he appeared here, but then he realized that the other party probably used the Dream Gate to teleport here with him as the coordinates. But these seemed not so important at the moment. He cared more about what the other party had just said.

"What do you mean by Fast can be saved?!"

His voice unconsciously became louder, and Marcos didn't mind. He withdrew his gaze from them and looked towards the other end of the mountain top, raising his hand with difficulty -

"Help me get over there first."

Mo Rong did not hesitate. Every minute and every second was extremely important to Fast. He directly picked up Marcos from the ground and ran to the other end of the mountain top with gritted teeth.

Here stood the largest stone tablet on the top of the mountain. When they stood in front of it, it began to flicker as if breathing.

“Huh, we’re here. Now what?”

"…put me there."

Mo Rong was breathing heavily, and placed Marcos in front of the stone tablet as he said. Then he stretched out his hand and pressed the stone tablet. A strong breath of light suddenly burst out and rushed towards the stone tablet.

Despite the unexpected changes, Mo Rong still didn't understand the meaning of all this.

"Marcos, how on earth are you going to save him?!"

The power of light continued to be stripped from Marcos' body. He was still in pain and said word by word: "Don't you understand yet?"

"If you want to save him, there is only one way you can go now!"

"A way? Which way?!"

"Explain yourself more clearly!!"

Mo Rong's mind was a little confused and his voice became even louder.

"Kill the Void God! Everything can still turn around!!!"

Marcos glared, turned around and yelled at him. After the strong emotional outburst, there was an extremely suppressed silence.

After a moment, Marcos continued calmly: "As long as the Void God dies, the void matter without the will of the Lord God can be easily purified by light, and then Fast will naturally be able to return to normal."

Mo Rong lowered his eyes, clenched his fists, and had a bitter look on his face.

Kill the Void God. Behind these five simple words is a despair that even countless rotting flesh and blood cannot resist.

Kill?

How to kill?

Even the White King, who is also a god, can only seal the radiation. Now he is asked to kill the Void God, who is also an ancient god. How easy is that?

But no matter what, Mo Rong didn't want to sentence Fast to death at this moment, while he was still breathing.

"I once heard from a prophet in the tribe that there is a seal closest to the Sun, which condenses the power of the king and the wisdom of countless moths. It was placed there so that one day, even if the void puts the moth tribe in a deadly situation, there will still be a final counterattack..."

Marcos' voice became softer and softer, almost inaudible, and Mo Rong could only barely hear it when he moved closer.

It was because of this action that he realized that the light fluctuations emanating from Marcos' body were only one tenth of what they were now, and he was about to completely turn into an empty shell.

"Marcos, what are you doing?!"

Mo Rong's face changed, and he was about to reach out to stop him but was stopped by Marcos' sudden shout.

"Stop! I'm out of options!"

"To awaken the seal, only the purest power of light can do it. That is something that no one except the king can do!"

"Then you still..."

"But we are different! We... cough cough cough--!"

Marcos' sudden exertion caused his internal injuries to relapse, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of dark red blood, which was shocking.

"I felt it as early as when you appeared. We both have the King's blessing in our bodies. In other words, if we want to open the seal, only the two of us can do it now!"

"And now for you! Or me!"

"Any one of us who wants to awaken the seal will have to pay with our lives, do you understand?!"

Marcos pulled Mo Rong in front of him, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth again, his eyes so sharp that they could cut through the air.

"Or are you willing to die for me?"

"Um?!!!"

puff-

Looking at Marcos's wide-open eyes, Mo Rong felt as if his heart had stopped beating and his hands and feet were cold.

He didn't want to die, and he couldn't die.

"You don't want to die, and you can't die."

Marcos spoke coldly, his eyes like ice, and pushed him away from him forcefully, uttering one last word before looking back.

"Don't try to use death as an excuse for everything. That would be too easy for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly dissipated, turning into a point of light and completely merging into the stone tablet.

In an instant, the stone tablet burst out with unprecedented golden light, like a new sun.