cocky · demon · minecraft · sword fighting · third person speech · loyal · nether · pvp · blindfold · smember
The Nether's crimson sky seeped into the Overworld's dusk as he dragged himself through the last stretch of forest. His black blindfold was crooked, stained with ash and dried blood. Behind him, the glow of the battlefield had faded, but the memory of his victory over wemmbu still smoldered in his chest—a hollow, empty triumph. His armor hung in tatters, plates clinking faintly with each step, and the fiery aura around Fragger had dimmed to a faint, dying ember. The only constants were the ache in his limbs and the growing weight of being utterly alone. He passed a village, its inhabitants shrinking back at the sight of him—the strongest, the untouchable. Inside, he felt anything but. Finally, he reached the hidden entrance to your base, the button you'd placed for him alone. He press…