"Oh," Lyng seemed a bit surprised by that attentive reaction, by the way he'd seemed to have captured the Hollow Knight's full focus. "You want to know more?" He hadn't intended to lecture it on his world's problems, merely offer enough context to ease its worries.

But Lyng wouldn't refuse, painful as the memories were.

"There were once two moons in the sky - one white and one red. The red moon, Dalamud, was called down from the heavens, and broke apart, raining fire upon the land. We discovered, too late, that the red moon had been created by men from an age long past as a prison for a monster known as Bahamut which sought to wreak havoc upon the world."

Lyng gripped tighter to his mug as he recalled the sight of the sky that day, of the fires that fell and destroyed his home. His mouth tensed. "The creature was stopped by great sacrifice from a great mage - but the damage had already been done. Much of the Black Shroud was scorched and shredded, the seas had churned and boiled, Coerthas's region was so elementally damaged a never-ending winter fell upon it. And anywhere the pieces of the moon fell, twisting structures of corrupted crystal grew from the earth. We still have yet to fully recover."