Undertale Names Easter Eggs Novels & Stories

There was a commotion on the phones. “Queen Luna,” Chris said over Garrin’s phone. “The rogue said we’re at the entrance to the Underworld.” “The Underworld?” everyone whispered, eyes wide. Chris continued. “Once you enter the tunnels, there’s a compulsion to keep going to the deepest part—the abyss—and then you can never leave. He said Tartarus has the Valkyries now, and only the power of a god can release them.” “No one else go into the tunnels,” Thea said immediately.

I opened my lips to demand an explanation, but before I could speak, Alpha Orion continued, “The gods have set Andronika to this test, and Freyja herself has set you to guard her back. “No.” Tristan was pallid.I’d rather fight my way through every clan in the Southern region than go that route.” “Which route?” I demanded. “What is this path you speak of?” Alpha Orion didn’t so much as look in my direction, but Tristan ’s gaze caught mine. “It’s called the Shazam of the Underworld. It’s a series of steps and tunnels that run inside the sheer edge of the mountain.” The concept of tunnels sent my pulse to thrumming, as I had little fondness for being underground, but I didn’t believe Tris

He clung to her, shivering. Lucas braced himself against the window, watching the planet swell to swallow them. The blue marble wasn't welcoming them home. It was catching them. "Arthur's alive," he shouted over the roar of re-entry. "But that signal he used... it's the oldest one. The first 'Shhh.' He's not in the house, Elena. He's under it." "The lake," Elena breathed, pressing the boy's head to her shoulder. "The tunnels weren't for escaping. They were for breathing. There's another house. A real one. Under the water."

Of underneath it. Tunnels. Chambers. A central vault marked with a symbol Elena recognized. The same symbol from the Hollow Court’s warded stakes. “Under the Grey Marches,” Kael said. “There’s a vault.” Elena traced the line from the vault to a point marked _Anchor_. “If the Silence is sealed,” she said, “this is the lock.” Kael frowned. “And if the lock breaks?” “Then the door opens.” They stared at the map for a long time.

The lump in my throat swelled at the thought of my impending death. However, it wasn't long before Maddox's phone tinged with a notification. He checked the email and showed it to me. “Look at this, Alpha. Our research team dug deep into the ancient literature and found that this altar is thousands of years old. It’s not mentioned for any specific reason, but it was under the kingdom of the Warlock King,” he read aloud.

His chest was rising, but his eyes wouldn’t open. “No,” she whispered, cradling his face. “Please wake up. Please—” Another tremor shook the cave, stronger than the first. Cracks splintered across the altar. And then—a howling. Not from outside. From beneath. The floor split. And from it, a staircase of bone and obsidian revealed itself, spiraling downward into a realm untouched by light. Kael stirred. His hand found hers. “We have to follow it,” she said. He looked up at her, bloodied and bruised. “That’s the gate. To the Underpack.”

“The entrance is behind here. Only the heart of the balance can open it.” Cole stepped forward, holding the crystal up to the runes. The crystal’s light merged with the runes, and the rock began to grind open, revealing a dark tunnel that led deep into the mountain. The air inside was cool and still, and the only sound was the drip of water. They walked into the tunnel, Lila’s light leading the way. The walls were covered in carvings—depictions of the first gods, creating the world from nothing. Cole studied them as they walked, his eyes widening as he saw a figure that was not like the others—a tall, dark figure with eyes like purple fire. The Forgotten.

“Well, it turns out my pigs love them too. I thought I’d dig up a basket of them, but it’s trickier to locate them than I thought. Could you help me out? Of course, it isn’t free. There’s a cake recipe my wife owns that I could give you. It takes some skill, but I think you can easily get the hang of it. How about that?” According to the special spoiler scroll, it was a recipe for an evasion cake in return for ten truffles. Zen did not want to dig up an entire acre of field to locate them. Thankfully, the game developers thought this through. All the player needed to do was clear an easy grid of reverse minesweepers to locate all ten truffles hidden. “Sure,” Zen accepted the basket. “I’ll le

I started. “Do you know of any secret tunnels?” High Priestess Tanith from the Midnight Meadows Coven asked. “I know of this one,” I told her, pointing to an entrance from the back of the city. “There's one more passage that most people don’t know about. It’s here on the East side of the city and I was told it leads into the castle somewhere,” Corbin pointed out. I nodded my head and said, “then that’s the one I will try first.”

I understood the difference between a key and a portal within the realm. “I’m guessing you could find them because magic opened them at one point or another,” Althea speaks to me, holding a soft smile on her face. “I wouldn’t be surprised if my granddaughter’s ring, if holding it took you to someplace different other than… Exactly where did you come from?” “Eririat.” Hunji supplies. “From the dungeons,” Tobias uselessly says. “I can't believe it existed all these years and no one knew or had ever discovered it.” Hunji ponders the discovery, his expression thoughtful and wearing a serious frown.