For a long time, Gaster would only remember a blistering heat.
He struggled, he fought against it.
Claws at its unrelenting burn.
Begged for released.
He would wake three weeks later in a moving wagon still heavy with fever, after fighting a fever caused by his injuries and the after effects of the humans using so mana gems.
It was soul wrenching to learn that half of there remaining population had also died to the fevers.
Most of them children.
The next generation, almost entirely gone.
The much smaller populations fled across the landscape, with the humans chasing them with hatred and determination in there souls.
Why did humans hate them?
Why did these strange beings have no magic, even water had traces of magic.
Yet they had none, they were almost like parasites on the lands they claimed. Look at the damage they done just to destroy the final monster kingdom, there was already frost in the air... fall was starting months too early.
What had the humans done?
He knew though, they'd broken something about the planet.
Only time would tell the full events of the damage.
The lone skeleton monster blinked from where he rested, trying to recover from the fever that still clung to his bones.
In the distance a large mountain rose.
Why did he feel dread?
The fever claimed him again.
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For the first time in forever, Gaster woke to his body no longer burning.
Yet....
It was to a forever changed life.
The humans had won.
Sealed.
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