CHARA had approached the barrier with Asgore's soul in her hand hoping to destroy existence of all life. Monsters. Humans. EVERYONE. She was going to show them the true meaning. Little did she know there was a guardian from the surface protecting the barrier from threats. This guardian... let's just say he was always prepared for the job. After the report of Frisk dissapearing into the depths of Mt. Ebbot he had been focused. He had a rusted dagger and 2 grenades on a bet that kept his wavering blue-hooded trench coat steady on his slightly tanned skin. When CHARA picked up the slowly breaking monster soul he felt a breeze of a worrying essence. DUST. He had to face the truth. GENOCIDE or PACIFIST. He knew one truth was here. He saw in a box near his glowing cyan soul.
*You are filled with PATIENCE