*Water-logged wood moans and shudders in protest, splintered edges bared like jagged teeth; the corpses of long dead vessels dragged from their resting place by writhing vines.
The day Monster kind was sealed into Mt. Ebott, the mages added a little extra insurance. A curse.
Human SOULS may pass. But Human forms may not.
Young Frisk must navigate the dangers under the mountain, a little less human than before...
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