Deep within the deep, dark depths of Hallownest lay The Abyss. An unforgiving void of pain and misery.

Yet, it was the only safe passage to a distant land, Pharloom. A wonderful, mythical land of silk, song, and superstition.

Yet, it never lasts.

When The Haunting began, one skittish noble, Veyl, found himself cornered in The Blasted Steps. The ground gave out beneath him, and he was cast down to the forgotten, silk-spun depths of Pharloom.

When he awoke, he grabbed the first thing that could serve as a weapon, a Hercules Beetle horn, taken from the corpse of a long-dead knight.

One after another, areas were conquered. The Connected Lands (where he had awoken), The Forge Works, the Infested Sanctum, Hunter's Descent, the Cogwork Graveyard, and lastly, the Citadel Wastes.

As he fought his way through, he fell powerful silken foes: Silk Scuttler, Silk Spitter, Silk Trapper, Silk Pilot, and ultimately, Silk Soul.

With those creatures defeated, it was no surprise when he learned that Grandmother Silk had been defeated by the same mysterious red maiden he'd been watching since he defeated the Silk Soul. Hornet, she called herself. And now, after bonding with what was the soul of this plight, he aims to finally meet her face-to-face.

"She defeated Grandmother Silk," he muttered as he ascended the last few steps to the Citadel's peak, and into the room, he felt comforted by. That same room now sent a shiver down him. "I pray she hadn't lost herself in the process."