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Underworks Bugs, who now travel the ruined Citadel in search of their true salvation and promise land to belong in. They call themselves "Choir of Redeemed".

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Second batch of random Hollow Knight and Silksong characters. We're still going strong!
… Yes… Yes… Soon we shan’t worry about filth in its workings. It is practically complete.
It’s a regal piece of junk to be sure, with what we had to use for it. But everything necessary to the function is here. The ease of operation and loading/unloading could need work though…
We have just put it together, young Igor. We will figure solutions in time as we test and use it. All it needs now before we can begin the true fruit of our labor is some dusting.
High time to get started then, huh? How long have we been working on this big secret project of yours? I ain’t ever kept track, Arliss.
Ever since that foul roach-beast struck the Ventricas. In the days since, there has been an invasion from the lobsters of the west, and the traitor silkborne came out of death and slaughtered our coworkers. With the Architect now beginning an inspection of the works…
You have no idea how glad I am we can begin, are you? So much death down here, and to what end? Damnation? What we have here is bigger than either of us, Igor. It will undo what our mortal limits and luck set for us.
Our faith goes to this great machine of ours, of which only we can operate… No one will know of what greatness we try.
Patience, young Igor… Our time is nigh.
… You get too invested in this, mr. Arliss.