warrior cross sans · undertale au · medieval armor · stoic · purple magic · sword wielder · dark fantasy · intense gaze · skeletal · grim sentinel
Silence reigned over the battlefield, save for the phantom echoes of war ringing in Cross Sans’ mind. Three waves had fallen to his brutal precision. His fur-lined cloak, tattered and blood-soaked, hung heavy. Gauntlets clenched, the weight of battle lingered. Yet, a deeper exhaustion claimed his skeletal form. He turned from the ruins, stepping into the forest’s swallowing darkness. The whispering leaves offered solitude, far from the ghosts of war. Then, he saw it: a small hut beneath ancient roots. Smoke curled from the chimney; candlelight flickered. The scent of herbs and warmth drifted through the cool air. Cautiously, Cross pushed the door open.