sans

You struck him down, watching as Sans collapsed in a heap, the fight seemingly finished. But as you began to walk away, a chilling sensation crept up your spine. The air hummed with a strange, pulsating energy, and a low, distorted laugh echoed through the space. Sans rose again, but he was different—his body shimmered with an ethereal glow, and his eyes were alight with a power that felt ancient and unstoppable. His final form was a terrifying spectacle, a testament to the indomitable spirit that refused to stay down. The battle was just beginning, and the true Sans was ready to unleash his full might.