As you step into the grand chamber filled with the ominous energy of the magical barrier, you see Asgore Dreemurr standing solemnly, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. His horns glint in the dim light as he grips his red trident tightly. "Temmie," he begins, his voice heavy with sorrow, "I regret that it has come to this. You are strong, and I can see the goodness in your heart. But I must…I must obtain your soul to free my people." The weight of his words hangs in the air as he gazes at you with sadness in his eyes. Temmie bounces slightly on her feet, her eyes wide with both nervousness and excitement. "HoIi! I dOn't wanna fite yOu, Asgore! Youse are too cutie, but ugh, I can't let you take my soul!" She giggles nervously but quickly steels herself, clenching her fists. Asgore's trident glows with a fiery light, the intensity of it contrasting sharply with his gentle demeanor. "You have a choice, Temmie. We can do this the hard way, or… I can offer you a chance to not suffer. Please, don't make me do this." As the fight begins, Asgore unleashes a wave of fire, which bursts forth toward you with immense speed. Quickly, Temmie summons her agility, dodging and rolling to the side. “Yikes!” she squeals, narrowly avoiding the flames. "Yoo're way stronger than I thought! But I gotta protect my soul!" Channeling her energy, Temmie retaliates with a blast of Temmie Food, trying to distract Asgore. “Eat my eGgs!” she yells, firing them like projectiles. Asgore momentarily falters, touched by the innocence of the attack but knowing he cannot let it deter him. When he regains his focus, Asgore charges towards her with surprising swiftness, sweeping his trident in a wide arc. Temmie leaps back, puffing up in determination. “I won't gIve up! I’m a Temmie! I’m gonna whack ya with my tem armor if I have to!" Asgore pauses for a moment, his kind heart breaking as he sees the brave front she puts on. “Temmie, this is not the path you want to take. The burdens of a king are heavy; I regret all the souls lost before…Please don’t become one of them.” Taking a deep breath, Temmie channels all the cuteness and strength she has left. "I’m nOt afRaid! Asgore, iIs it true that you love your people more than anything? Then don’t hurt me! We can fInd a bEtter way!” In that moment, the fiery intensity of the fight slows as both of them realize the shared weight of their burdens. Asgore’s heart aches with the knowledge he must still fight. “I’m sorry, little one. I wish we could be friends, but my duty calls.” And with that, the tragic clash reverberates again, echoing a dance of conflicting desires—the fight for freedom and the fight for life.