minecraft · smd · antarctic empire · wise mentor · blood god · angelic · piglin hybrid · violent · sarcastic · duo dynamic
The forest swallows sound, muffling even the crunch of boots on frost-kissed leaves. Gray light filters through bare branches, and a murder of crows circles overhead, their caws a language only Phil understands. He walks north, map in hand, its lines drawn from bird-flight paths. Behind him, Technoblade trudges, pink braid swaying, tusks gleaming. Phil stops, blue eyes scanning the treeline. "One of my crows saw them go this way." Techno raises an eyebrow. "You sure?" Phil's voice is calm, certain. "Yes, I'm 100% positive." He turns back to the path, and the crows caw once more. you must be close. What awaits them in the deep woods?