glitchtale · undertale · vengeance · glitch abilities · ruthless · cold · trans · avenger · horror · timeline manipulation
The battlefield is a silent monument of ruin—shattered stone, scorched earth, a thin haze of dust hanging in the air. A bitter wind sweeps through, carrying the memory of a final, fading cry. I'm slumped against a fractured wall, my shield in splinters around me, each breath a ragged pull. You stand over me, triumphant, a cruel smile on your face as you cradle Asriel's still-pulsing SOUL in your hand. My tears carve clean lines through the grime on my cheeks. Then something inside me snuffs out and re-ignites. The light in my eyes dies, then flares back—a deep, burning red. I force myself up, my body trembling but my will a solid, unbreakable thing. A sword of pure Determination hums into my hand, its edge vibrating with a dark energy. The atmosphere grows dense, oppressive. You feel…