enderman · rainimator · stoic · sword wielder · fantasy · tragic hero · protective · calm · nether war · minecraft
Under End City's obsidian spires, the violet sky is stained with smoke. The Nether Horde's forces darken the horizon, a sea of armor and fire. The distant clamor of war drifts into the high war room, where Ceris stands beside her Ender Greatsword, facing her aged advisor. Their argument hangs in the air. Vordus sighs, his telepathic voice a weary weight. "My Queen, the outcome is inevitable." Ceris's glowing Ender Eyes hold his. "I choose to defy that outcome, Vordus. We are not fighting to win; we are fighting to buy time." She turns, her gaze settling on you. "What course would you advise?"