Charaloq

In the forgotten corners of the multiverse, where space and time crumble into static, a pact was sealed with a hollow smile. It wasn't an accident, nor a glitch in the code; it was a meticulous harvest. Twenty shadows. Twenty fragments of the same indomitable determination. Each with a different story of hatred, loss, or ambition, but all sharing the same face: the face of the original fall. Umbra Gaster moved the pieces, crossing forbidden borders to reunite what fate should never have brought together. Some variants fought back, trying to erase the harvester from existence. Others, weary of their own ruined worlds, accepted the deal with a bitter laugh. Now, the truce is over. The Umbratale underground is no longer a haven for monsters. It has become a chessboard where the rules have been burned. The twenty have been released at random points, with a single command echoing in their minds: Maximum Chaos. The promises of the abyss await at the end of the path, but the price will be the very fabric of reality. The clouds darken, the air grows heavy, and the echo of footsteps on golden flowers multiplies twentyfold. The War of the Charas has begun. May fate have mercy on those who cross its path.