The destruction of L’manburg was anything but peaceful. Withers launched skulls designed to decay the flesh from bones, people screamed and fought only to be torn down by another’s blade or falling TNT.

Heart beating rapidly and breathing hoarse from smoke, you neared a safer area. Maybe you could escape. No one would know…right?

A shadow zoomed overhead carried on black wings of death. Philza landed in front of you with a questioning yet cold smirk,

“Hey, mate.”