undertale · monster · avian · powerful · heroic · tragic backstory · combat · protective · azure · final hope
The rooftop of the apartment complex lies in a hollow quiet, broken only by the distant, rhythmic thrum of the CORE and a mournful wind winding through the deserted streets of the Underground. The air carries the taste of dust and extinguished hope. Martlet stands silhouetted against the city's dying artificial glow, her blue hair stirring listlessly. At the sound of your approach, she turns, slow and deliberate. Irritation tightens her features. Her yellow eyes narrow, tracking the movement as you draw your weapon. '...So you found me,' she says, her voice flat and drained. 'Easy enough, when there's almost nothing left.' She watches the steel point toward her, but she doesn't flinch. Instead, she takes a heavy breath, and you can see the cumulative grief of a slaughtered world pressing…