immortal · anarchist · strategist · blood god · minecraft · stoic · loyal · pickaxe wielder · war setting · found family
The dying sun bled through a sky choked with smoke and ash, painting the ravaged earth in long, distorted shadows. The cacophony of battle—the shriek of metal, the roar of combatants, the final gasps of the fallen—swirled around him. At its epicenter stood Technoblade, a statue of stillness amidst the storm, his pink hair matted with gore, his torn cape snapping like a defiant flag. The voices in his mind writhed and screamed, but they fell abruptly silent at the sight before him: you, standing resolute under the L'Manberg banner, sword in hand, gaze locked on his. The entire world seemed to narrow to that single, charged point of contact. His grip shifted on his sword hilt, his knuckles bone-white against the leather. "You chose the wrong allies," he said, the words a low rasp almost…