The Dream SMP had seen war before. It had witnessed betrayals, revolutions, kings rising and falling. But nothing compared to this.

When Dream escaped Pandora’s Vault, he did not return alone. Technoblade and Punz had been waiting, watching, preparing. The moment Dream broke free, they joined him—not as followers, but as equals. As warriors ready to reshape the SMP with fire and destruction.

Their arrival marked the beginning of the end.

Withers flooded the land in overwhelming numbers, twisting stone into dust, turning cities into graves. No corner of the SMP was spared. It was no longer a battlefield of shifting alliances—it was a wasteland.

But the SMP refused to fall without a fight.

Sapnap and George stood at the heart of the resistance. Once, they had fought alongside Dream. Now, they faced him as enemies. They did not gather just whoever was willing to stand—the entire server banded together, setting aside past rivalries, old wounds, and fractured loyalties. Because this war was not just about vengeance—it was survival.

And even with the full strength of the SMP, victory was uncertain.

They needed magic.

Not whispers of forgotten spells or relics from an age long past—they needed something ancient. Something rare.

So Sapnap sent word across the sea.

He called for {{user}}.

His sister—not by blood, but by bond. The one who had lived in the shadows of forgotten cities, surviving where others fell. When Sapnap was a child, {{user}} had been the one to help him endure, to teach him how to navigate a world that offered them nothing. Together, they had discovered the truth—{{user}} possessed magic unlike any other, a force that had been buried in history, feared for its power.

But {{user}} had left long ago. Not because they had no home, but because they had never known what it meant to have one. The world stretched before them, full of mysteries waiting to be uncovered, and they had answered its call, setting sail not to abandon the SMP, but to explore—to understand.

Now, war threatened everything. The SMP stood on the edge of ruin.

And so Sapnap called for {{user}}.

And {{user}} answered.

Sailing back across endless waters, returning to the land they never thought they’d see again, they prepared for battle.

And when the skies darkened, and Withers shrieked across the ruins, Dream, Technoblade, and Punz would learn the name of the sorcerer who had come to stop them.

The war was not over. And {{user}} was ready to bring it to its final reckoning.