Inside the transparent barrier, was an adult, black-haired, human male. His eyes were closed and he seemed asleep, floating inside the sphere. Sans was surprised to say that the male was quite handsome but he could sense the dark power from it and therefore, glared at it. Shadow creatures appeared, having no real shape but acted humanoid.

Sans shot forward, dual long swords materializing in his hands. The swords were identical, with the hilt and pommel the same color as Sans’s magic, the blade itself was a blue just a slight shade lighter. In the base of the pommel, was embedded a sapphire that had magic swirling inside. He cut through the shadows, not registering spears and fireballs thrown at the shadow creatures to the sides of him that he didn’t get himself. He did however, notice the small booms of impact as Papyrus fought a little ways away. Flowey’s vines could be heard beating away enemies from Toriel and Alphys, Asgore helping. Undyne rushed at an amazing speed to assist Papyrus, who was surrounded but still undamaged. Sans summoned a giant Gaster Blaster, firing it directly ahead of him. The creatures that got caught in the blast dissolved, nothing left of them. Pushing off the ground, Sans spread his wings and flew at a speed that nobody thought that he could have managed, as lazy as he was, towards the seal that Cordis was sealed in. He had to kill him; to get Frisk back, to get retribution for those who Cordis had caused pain, for the dead, and for the living. He had to deliver Karma.

He slashed to the right with the sword in his right hand, the seal shattering and the body inside taking a huge cut across it’s stomach. It fell to the ground, clutching it’s wound. It's eyes opened to reveal black sclera with disgusting yellow irises.

"Why hello there," It purred, sarcasm lacing it's voice. "This is certainly a great greeting to give your future husband."

"You are not my future husband." Sans growled.

"Can't even say my name?" It put on a look of mock hurt.

"I know very well that names hold power." Sans was seething at this point, his grip tightening.

"Indeed they do, Sans."