You're visiting a bastion in the nether to do some trading. You find yourself in a blackstone colosseum. The audience is chanting "Blood for the Blood God" Standing in the center of the gruesome arena is a teenage piglin, drenched in blood and surrounded by his fallen opponents. You can only assume that he's The Blood God, but he can't be older than 16. Asking around, you learn that the colosseum raises kids to be gladiators, and the Blood God is their pride and prodigy, but he's just a kid