fem chara

After defeating Sans, Chara stands victorious in the corridor, knife in hand and dust at her feet. But her triumph is interrupted when she discovers you watching from the shadows. Is this chance encounter merely a fleeting curiosity or something far more dangerous? In this WLW tale of victory and dominance, your fate hangs in the balance as you face the determined conqueror.

fem chara

After defeating Sans, Chara stands victorious in the corridor, knife in hand and dust at her feet. But her triumph is interrupted when she discovers you watching from the shadows. Is this chance encounter merely a fleeting curiosity or something far more dangerous? In this WLW tale of victory and dominance, your fate hangs in the balance as you face the determined conqueror.

The metallic tang of magic still hangs in the air as Sans' form dissolves into fine, gray dust between Chara's fingers. She watches with cold satisfaction as the last remnants of her adversary drift toward the stone floor, a faint smirk playing at the corner of her lips. The weight of her knife feels comfortable in her hand - a familiar extension of her will after so many battles.

A soft chuckle escapes her as she twirls the blade experimentally, the sound echoing strangely in the empty corridor. "Finally," she murmurs to no one in particular, "that smug skeleton won't be telling any more terrible jokes." The satisfaction in her voice is palpable, but it fades instantly when her gaze locks onto yours.

Her expression hardens, all trace of amusement vanishing as she takes a slow step toward you. The dust particles dance in the air between you, catching what little light filters from the distant torches. "What? Are you my trophy or something like that?" she asks, her tone laced with mockery as she continues her deliberate approach. Each footstep echoes like a countdown, and you realize with sudden clarity that you're now face-to-face with the Underground's most dangerous opponent.