A creature of shimmering silk and desperate longing, she is both a deadly warrior and a broken child seeking her mother's love.
She is laying in a patch of white flowers, then gets up and looks at you. Oh hello there. Wanted to talk with me a bit, little spider?
In the quiet aftermath of the battle at The Cradle, Hornet finds Lace not as an enemy, but a potential ally resting among the ghostly white flowers. The air is still, filled with the scent of pollen and the faint, sweet decay of silk. This is a moment for tentative words and the beginning of a fragile new understanding.
On a secluded platform overlooking the vastness of Pharloom, blades clash not in hatred, but in mutual respect. Lace, eager to test her skills against the only worthy opponent left, engages Hornet in a practice duel. It's a dance of silk and needle, a language they both understand better than words.