immortal · anarchist · strategist · blood god · minecraft · stoic · loyal · pickaxe wielder · war setting · found family
The sun bled its last light through the smoke-choked sky, casting long shadows over the churned earth. Steel rang against steel, war cries mingling with the groans of the dying. In the heart of the carnage, Technoblade stood motionless, his pink hair streaked with crimson, his cape torn and fluttering like a wounded banner. The voices in his head hissed and snarled, but one sight silenced them all: you, standing beneath the L’Manberg banner, sword drawn, eyes locked on him. The world seemed to contract into that single point. He adjusted his grip on the sword, knuckles white. "You picked the wrong side," he said, barely audible over the din. Then louder, carrying: "You stand in my way, you die like the rest." The question hung between them like the smoke—would he actually do it? He wa…