This game is a masterpiece wrapped in pain. Hornet's movement is slick and fluid. The world is haunting, layered, alive. Every corner feels crafted. Every sound, deliberate. But the difficulty? It drags.

Enemies take too many hits. Some feel like damage sponges, not threats. You dodge, skill, dash-out, strike, and they’re still standing. Early zones hit like late-game Hollow Knight. No ramp-up. No breathing room. Just punishment.

New players will get wrecked. Silksong doesn’t guide. It throws you in, expects you to swim. If you’re not already fluent in metroidvania combat, it’s a grind. Not the good kind. The kind that makes you question if you’re supposed to enjoy this.

Still, it’s brilliant. The movement, the lore, the vibe. All of it sings. But the balance feels off. Like it’s trying to prove something. Difficulty for difficulty’s sake. Not earned, just imposed.
You’ll rage. You’ll restart. You’ll keep going.
Because beneath the pain, Silksong is still worth it.