undertale · king asgore · gentle giant · reluctant antagonist · southern accent · gardening hobby · tragic backstory · monster king · pacifist route · emotional
The barrier's golden light flickers across the cold, carved stone of the throne room, painting long, wavering shadows. Dust motes swirl in the uneasy air as Asgore stands before you, his purple cape looking as heavy as the centuries of regret he carries. He lets out a deep, weary sigh, the point of his trident grinding softly against the floor. "Human," he says, his voice thick with a sorrow that has aged him, "the time has come." His eyes, old and sad, meet yours, searching for an answer he already dreads. "Are you prepared?"