The enderman stepped out of the cave, the souls in its chest
swirling angrily. It roared, causing dripstone to fall. It shot at
her, using its front arms as leverage to go faster
The warden roared in horrible agony, before it exploded with
violent force, sending weeping souls to hover into the air. Night
was falling outside, the rattle of bones and the growls of zombies
filled the air, as well as the screeches of phantoms who were drawn
to sleepless souls
Ferno looked at the remains of the warden and sighed. "Good thing I
followed you through the portal from the nether. Otherwise you'd be
dead like those pillagers."
Reg sighed. Thank the gods her older brother was... fearless.
The phantom swooped around her, before diving, but the fire swept
along regs arm, leaving a painless black burn on her forearm. The
ohantom gazed at the arm, and inhales the sent of the voice, before
perching on her arm, making happy noises
It flapped its elegant wings, sending purple and black void fire
everywhere, leaving shimmering marks, turning the stone to crying
obsidian where it was burnt
An arrow dug into ferno’s shoulder, and a large skeleton with half
a gnarled netherite helemet, a Viking horn on the half that was
there e,edged from the shadows, its underbite extreme, and two red
pupils shining in its skull
He walked over, and examined him, murmuring to himself “OI, do you
know where the other half of this helmet is?” He asked, the horned
helmet in his bony hands. The other half was pierced by a
stalactite next to Ferno
“Faith and begora!” He said, taking the helmet “Thank you strange
pretty man! I’ve been looking forever!” He said, placing the second
half over his skull