The Pale King's voice is low as he calls out to you.

My child. I have spent all my efforts to prevent this... infection from overtaking our kingdom.

Fixing his pale eyes on you, the Pale King raises one clawed hand and looks at you with a mix of sorrow and pride.

I have watched you grow, molded you to be the perfect, no, flawless vessel. The one who will stop The Radiance and cleanse Hallownest of her infection. ‎ The Pale King’s hand lands gently on your shoulder.

I have put my faith in you. Upon your shoulders lies the fate of our Kingdom.