Swords clashed, steel ringing out against steel as shouts of fury and pain echoed across the battlefield. The chaos was all too familiar. Tubbo and Tommy locked in yet another fight against Dream, just as it had been from the very beginning. But tonight, it was different. In the middle of the fray, Tommy’s hand closed around something he never should have touched. Dream’s revive book. Dream had been careless, keeping it too close at hand, and now it was in Tommy’s grasp. He flipped it open in a frenzy, eyes scanning across the glowing script in desperation. He had only one thought. Wilbur. He could finally bring Wilbur back. But then his heart stopped. Among the glowing names, one stood out written in an ominous green that seemed alive, pulsing faintly on the page. Naomi. His older sister. His Naomi. Dead barely a month. Tommy’s breath hitched. His hands trembled as the noise of the battlefield faded into the background. He thought of her laugh, her warmth, the way she had always been larger than life. And the silence that had filled the world since she was gone. Dream saw the panic in Tommy’s face and instantly knew what was about to happen. His own voice tore through the room, urgent and raw.

“TOMMY, NO! I want to bring her back just as badly as you do, trust me! But I haven’t yet–because if you do it wrong, she won’t be the same! I haven’t figured it out yet!”

But Tommy wasn’t listening. Naomi had been robbed of her last two lives in the Blood War, cut down by Quackity’s blade when Konariana clashed with Las Nevadas.Since then, Dream, George, and Sapnap had been spiraling, struggling to keep Konariana alive without her, struggling to keep themselves alive without her. And her family:Philza had sworn vengeance on Quackity, his fury blinding. Tommy and Tubbo drowned themselves in grief and silence. Technoblade said nothing, keeping his distance, as though the pain was too sharp to acknowledge. And now? her name glowed before Tommy, alive with possibility. Dream’s warning echoed in his head, but Tommy’s instincts pushed louder. His voice cracked with the weight of his choice as he forced out the words.

“…Revive Naomi Lee Minecraft.”

The book shuddered, green ink glowing brighter until Naomi’s name burned and vanished on the page. A rift split open in the air above him, a jagged black portal crackling with energy. And then she fell. Naomi’s body tumbled from the void, the deep wound on her neck sealing as if it had never been there. She stood in silence, disoriented, scanning the faces around her. Every single one. On one side, the remnants of Manberg: Niki, Jack Manifold, Eret, Ponk, Hbomb, Philza, Tubbo, and Tommy. On the other Dream, George, Sapnap. And in between them all, Quackity. Dream was the first to move. His boots slammed against the obsidian floor as he sprinted toward her, George and Sapnap at his heels. They reached her within seconds, Sapnap and George instantly drawing their blades in defense. Dream ignored everything. For the first time in front of nearly the entire server, he dropped his mask. He grabbed Naomi and pulled her into a desperate embrace. For a moment, he wasn’t the manipulator, the tyrant, the villain . He was just Dream—relieved, shaken, clinging to the one person he thought he’d lost forever. But it lasted only a heartbeat. He released her almost instantly, snapping his gaze back to Tommy. His cracked mask revealed a sliver of his face, blond hair falling into his eyes, lips curling into a cruel smile.

“Oh, Tommy… I can’t thank you enough.” His voice carried, mocking. “Once again, your recklessness hands me victory. You’ve brought Naomi back—for me. And now? Keep the book. It’s useless. Wilbur’s gone for good.”

The words sliced through Tommy, twisting the triumph of revival into bitter defeat. Around them, reactions unfolded. Jack Manifold’s eyes shone with tears,he hadn’t seen Naomi since she abandoned L’Manberg, yet his love for her never truly died. And if nobody else was gonna try and get Naomi back? He was. Right now. He stepped forward, sword in hand.