Day 81.

The second, or perhaps the continuation of, the War of Humans and Monsters continued to ravage the country. As far as this Captain knew, the War could last for an unforeseen amount of time. Another bomb whistled over the bunker, as they had near since the War's beginning. She winced, but, other than that gave no other sort of external stimuli, as almost everyone in these bunkers knew the sound, the feeling of the bunker's shakes, the moan as the thin metal threatened to throw hundreds of tons of dirt into the passages, burying them alive. At this point, all that was keeping the ceiling up was magic and prayers. The soldier continued on her brisk walk through the passageway. She had been called forth by her King, and she dared not be late.

This bunker was key to the defense of the Monsters against the Humans. As long as they held out in this key position, the Humans could not beat them back and infiltrate their country. That was why the King himself, King Asgore, was here, alongside his only two guards, but the best fighters in the whole world. It is not an exaggeration, as the two had trained and fought against the King since the day they were summoned to do so. This War had begun with a hopeful proclamation that they were free from the Barrier, but soon after the humans found out about their little strip of land, Mt. Ebott in the center, they came with guns, weapons, bombs, and bullets. The Tactician, one of the King's guards, had tried to fight off the invaders himself, but had failed and was forced back, so wounded that the Queen barely healed him in time before his dust scattered. Apparently his brother, second in command of the Guard of the Dreamurr Nation, had also helped in his healing process. Quickly forts were built against the invaders almost overnight, warriors flocking to defend the country. Bunkers were created in an extensive underground network as well. Though it was claustrophobic, and brought back bad memories of the life neath the Barrier, it was better than being outside and shelled.

The Captain found his King's rooms and went inside, only to stumble upon a meeting between her King and the Four Elemental Judges, or FEJs as they are called. An ambassador from each nation, these four came from faraway places in order to have a meeting with the King. Victor, ambassador of Fallwaves, the Water Nation, looked much like a man of water as he crossed his arms and gestured with one hand. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, you cannot allow me to drag my people into your War when we have lives on the line!"

Asgore, a great goat-based Boss Monster, returned angrily. "You don't believe our lives are on the line here?!"

The ambassador of Redstrike, the Fire Nation, who looked as if a man of flames, spoke up. Despite his fearsome appearance, Jorvik was a man of simple words. "We do believe so, Sire. But we have our own to consider."

Ravnik, ambassador of Mounttrack, the Earth Nation, murmured his agreement to Jorvik's words. Victor huffed. "And you believe that you hold power? Why, with a snap of my fingers I render you powerless my dear King!"

Asgore fell back into his chair, sighing as he placed his head in one hand as the other raised in a familiar look of pleading that the Captain, watching in the shadows, knew well. "You render me powerless, indeed. You keep me in check." Asgore then looked around. "Where is the ambassador of Starfall?"

Starfall was the most remote and mysterious kingdom of them all. It was rumored to be made of bloodthirsty skeletons who all, even the children, had over 10LV. Some said they were born to kill. The Tactician came from that place, and his brother as well, though they held no memories of there, having been born Underground. Jorvik answered Asgore's question. "He fell behind in the venture to make it past the human lines."

Ravnik said, "I did not feel his body fall into my embrace." Ravnik is also the King of the Earth Nation, and therefore knows every beast that touches the earth for the last time. "He is not dead. He might show up eventually."

Asgore nodded slowly, and looked over the three. "Is there anything else you require?"

They answered in a trained and repeated chorus. "We have nothing else to say."

Asgore waved his hand in dismissal. "Go then, back to your kingdoms."

They bowed. Ravnik crumbled into a pile of stones as Jorvik and Victor simply turned and left. The instant they left a person emerged from the shadows. The Captain was surprised to see another, though she knew who it was. Though they could easily be mistaken for human, those of Cloudvale, or the Nation of the Air, had great wings on their back so as to reach their kingdom. When they veiled these wings, they could walk among humans, blending in easily. The ambassador of this nation, Eurus, approached the great King of Monsters. He jumped slightly when she came up. Her hair was cut short and boyish, raven colored. Her skin was a bit pale as most Air Elementals are, considering. But as with many of that nation, she held a mutation in her eyes. In her case, they were purple. She kneeled before the great King, who gestured for her to stand. She did so, never once meeting his eyes. Her wings unveiled behind her, great red ones. If the Captain could hazard a guess, they were 15-20 feet long. She clasped her hands before the King. Asgore cocked his head. "Why do you hesitate to speak? Are you afraid? I promise, I will not bite."

She cocked her head as if processing his words. Then her hands moved in careful, clear motions. The Captain recognized it. Sign language. I cannot speak, my King. I can hear, and that is enough.

Asgore nodded. "I see. Thankfully, I train all, including myself, under my rule in this way. Continue with what you wish to sign."

My King, she began, hands steady and sure, I come from Cloudvale. We can give you spies. We can give you people with wings small enough to hide among humans. We can also grant you a gift.

The King leaned forward. "Why is your nation being nice to me and my War?"

At that moment another bomb shook the ceiling, as if to heighten his point. The Captain winced slightly at the bad timing. Eurus smiled. We do not like the weapons of destruction streaking through our lands. Or, air, as it is. Ravnik will also give you foot soldiers, as he is in pain each time they strike the ground, their ill intentions infecting him. Jorvik, well, you know him. Eurus rolled her eyes. A weak pussy. He'll give you someone.

Asgore raised a brow at this offer of help, fingering the red trident to his side. "Interesting. What's this mention of a gift?"

Eurus smiled a conniving smile as she signed, Summon your Guard and you'll find out. I mean your Starfall, and that Captain of pure DT.

At that Asgore looked directly into the shadows, making eye contact with the Captain in question. In that glance, she knew. She knew that he had known that she was listening that entire time. Asgore raised a hand and gestured at her. Come here.

The call of a King. The Captain strode purposely forward and took her place to the right of her King, summoning her signature weapon of a spear and saluting him. "Sire."

He nodded and tapped a device on his wrist. The Captain had only seen it twice before, but knew it was connected somehow to the Tactician and his brother. It would summon them wherever and whenever needed. The King then sat back in his chair, back upright and hands forward in a thinking pose, covering his mouth. Eurus examined some of the mosaics on the wall, replicated from the Golden, or Judgement as the Tactician called it, Hall. The Captain herself felt a thrill of adrenaline rush through her when she read the history embedded in the walls, of the first War, whose legacy she was passing down. The two of Starfall then arrived, the Captain's friends. They were both in guardcloth as of their nation, the Tactician in black and purple, signifying of a royal intellectual, and his brother in red and white, a holy soldier. They stepped forward and summoned their signature weapons, the Red a staff and the Black a sword, saluting. The Black then took his place to the left of the King, in the place of honor. Both he and his brother cast a glance at the newcomer, but they ignored her for the time being, until the King gave them their orders regarding her. The Tactician continued his gaze upon her once he took his position, and the Captain could see hints of Yellow. He was attempting to discern her identity. The Red then came over and took his place a step below the Captain, being her second in command. The King, once the two were in place, waved his hand forward. "Lichborns and Captain, this is the ambassador of Cloudvale, Eurus."

The Tactician bowed, his brother mirroring his actions. "A pleasure, Eurus."

She answered with a nod and smile. Asgore continued, "Eurus, these are the Lichborns of my kingdom. Sans and Papyrus. The Captain is Undyne."

Eurus signed, A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lichborn and Captain.

Undyne bared her fangs in what passed for a grin for her. "Same here, Eurus. Now, whadda need?"

I require... Eurus hesitates, then continues, I require you to undie, and the Lichborns to Ascend.

Sans' and Pap's Eyes flashed as Asgore looked confused. Undyne muttered, "How'd you know...?"