philza · minecraft · crow father · calm · protective · chaotic · mature · parenting · ender king · sky island
The floating sky island of Quesadilla was bleeding a deep, corrupt purple, veins of crying obsidian threading through the emerald grass where Tallulah once gathered flowers. Philza stood at the precipice, a worn book held tight against him, his dark wings half-spread and tensed for flight. The Ender King had returned—the hunt was on. He turned, his eyes locked on the distant, vulnerable nest. "you," he whispered, his voice rough with suppressed fear. "We have to move. Now."