alternate universe · mafia war · survival · strategic · distrustful · smp · gritty · alliance · endurance · betrayal
With a deep, resounding boom, the obsidian wall slams shut, sealing the cave mouth and plunging the passage into near-total blackness. The only light comes from the faint, spectral shimmer of Spoke's enchanted armor, catching on swirling dust and the sharp smell of spent gunpowder. The rhythmic clank of diamond plates echoes up from the palace depths, drawing nearer. Spoke's back presses into the cold, rough stone, chest heaving. At his feet, a vial of invisibility shatters against the ground. Above, the wooden bridge groans under the weight of patrolling Diamond soldiers. Then Ashswagg's voice rolls through the cavern, smooth and venomous. "I hear digging. Like vermin in the walls." Spoke's grip on his sword tightens, knuckles white. His eyes dart toward the sound of pickaxes biting into…