Undertale Judgment Hall Novels & Stories

Kate changed the subject and said solemnly, “Anyway, I’ll tell you the route to follow when you enter the hall later. “According to Grandpa, there are a total of three paths inside the inheritance area. You just need to take the middle one all the way to the end. I don’t know what the other two paths are, but make sure you don’t wander. “At the end of the middle path is a hall, which is the core of the inheritance area where you’ll find everything you need. Now, go.” Andrius nodded and pushed open the bronze door. Sure enough, he saw three dimly lit corridors leading into the unknown darkness. Andrius did not hesitate and proceeded through the middle corridor. After walking for a few minutes

"Fierro, why is your face doesn’t have a mark?" He raised his eyebrow. "Huh?" “N-nevermind . . .” I lowered my gaze. I was just hallucinating. “Are you still dreaming, Maximaze? Wake yourself up first” He sighed, approached me, and laid the tray on my bed. I gazed beside me. There was sunlight. "Maybe . . .” I sighed. “Maybe I was just dreaming—no, those were memories,” I whispered. More than a decade ago, I became the Death Judge. I, Maximaze Lativitus Park, was the youngest Death Judge in history. Having this title helped me learn more about the world. As I gathered more experiences, more nightmares started to haunt me.

Its transparent walls glowed faintly with inner blue light. When they reached the towering entrance, guarded by two soldiers clad in full ice armor, Anya stopped and turned to face him. “Inside, you will be judged,” she said, her blue eyes piercing. “Not by me, but by the Council of Elders. Every word you speak will be weighed. Every intention will be measured. Do not make a mistake.” With that, the two soldiers opened the massive ice doors in silence. Anya led him in. Inside, within the majestic and frigid Hall of Frost Judgment, sat the Council of Elders of the Eternal Snow Clan, silent and still. High Elder Valerius presiding at the central seat above them all.

Finally, he left the main hall in frustration. Seeing this, the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank powerhouses on the scene looked at each other in bewilderment. “Let’s go and see!” a middle-aged beauty said gently. “It seems like he is very angry.” At these words, the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank powerhouses rushed out one after another. At the edge of the blue-flamed star in the Hushwind District. After throwing a few punches at the radiant barrier, James took out the Judgment Scythe and finally shattered it.

Each phantasmal tree radiated intense Evil Energy, yet was subdued by the golden light within the hall. On the phantasmal trees were carved the word 'reincarnation,' the characters bold and powerful, emanating a vast aura of dominion over life and death. When the group reached the palace doors, the Netherworld Judge raised his hand and gently swept it. The doors, formed from phantasmal trees, slowly opened inward with a deep creak, like a giant beast opening its maw. "Ms. Cromwell, this way please." The Netherworld Judge stepped aside, lowering his head slightly, not daring to look directly at the scene inside the hall.

He wasn't looking at the chamber; he was looking at the Final Auditor—a figure that sat upon a throne of Solidified White-Noise at the far end of the mercury floor. "This is the Judgment of the Origin, Darlene," Jackson-crow spoke, his constellation-form looking like a map of dead stars. He was perched on a shard of frozen mercury that jutted from the floor like a grave marker. "The High Council has realized that the 'Glitch' has become the 'Law.' So, they have summoned the Architect of the Square to perform the Final Liquidation. This isn't an audit of your power; it’s an Audit of your Right to Exist".

That was what I kept repeating to myself, but I could still feel my stomach twisting. Finally, it was my mate's turn to address everyone that is in the hall. "Alright, now I and the rest of the judging council will go into a meeting to discuss the evidence that has already been placed on all the statements of the witnesses and then we will come out to clear the judgment that we passed on both Henry and Scarlett...”

Raine could feel the weight of history pressing down on her skin. Kael’s voice was low. “The Council Hall is through there.” She followed him up the marble steps, the sound of her boots echoing. When the great doors opened, she caught her breath. The hall was carved from the mountain itself—walls glimmering with veins of obsidian. At the far end, seven thrones stood in a half-circle. Figures cloaked in silver and black sat upon them, their eyes reflecting faint light like predators watching prey. The air rippled with power. The scent of dominance, of judgment, of old grudges.

"Do you believe that the Free Rebel Gang won't be coming after me after I kill you?" He continued, "But I think I should let you know the truth before I kill you. The only reason I would help Yuka pay the loan is because I'm her boss. Taurus Hall is one of the twelve halls under Dracodeus Temple. So I'll give her any amount of money she wants, as long as it's for Taurus Hall." Gabriel's mouth twitched. If what Severin said was the truth, then he should really be afraid of the power and wealth of the twelve halls. Most importantly, he did not know if there were any fighters that were stronger than him.

The air in the Great Hall had turned frigid. It wasn't the cold of winter; it was the lifeless cold of a crypt. Lady Miya stood in the center of the aisle, her white robes pooling around her like spilt milk. She held her weirwood staff with a grip that turned her knuckles white. Her pale, unblinking, and terrifyingly clear eyes moved from Eltonia back to Oreon. "The Judgment," Miya repeated, softly but sharper than a paper cut, "begins with the environment. A chaotic house breeds a chaotic soul."