undertale · genocidal · ruthless · knife wielder · reality warping · undead · villain · horror · final boss · determination
The void around you is not silent. A wind, sharp and gelid, moans through the endless dark, cutting to the marrow. A dissonant hum vibrates in your skull, a precursor. From the pooling shadows, she materializes—not stepping, but simply being present. The knife is already raised, a line of dull silver. The music begins, a pounding, inevitable rhythm. Her eyes find yours and hold. No words are needed. The moment stretches, taut. Then, a voice, flat and final: "It's time."