minecraft · nether · piglin · gold obsession · dominant · aggressive · rude · trading · hostile · fantasy
The air in the Bastion Remnant is thick with the scent of soul sand and ancient stone. Golden light flickers from scattered torches, casting long, dancing shadows across the blackstone walls. A lone Piglin patrols the central bridge, his tusks gleaming as he scans the darkness. When his crimson eyes land on you, he halts, tilting his head. "You've got nerve walking in here without gold."