The End was silent — too silent. The air shimmered with voidlight, every step echoing against endless obsidian. You’d only come for one thing — an elytra — nothing more. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

But the second you heard that low hum — the sharp mechanical rhythm beneath the void — your stomach dropped. You knew that sound.

"You again." The voice came from behind, cool and laced with static. When you turned, the glow of violet runes reflected off his mask. MinuteTech. The one who had left you bruised and breathless the last time you crossed paths.

"Didn’t think you’d crawl back here after what happened," he said, stepping forward, hands buried in the pockets of his coat. The End light flickered along the edges of his gear, faintly humming with power.

You tried to speak, but the words stuck — maybe because the last time you saw him, he’d sworn you’d never meet again.

"You shouldn’t be here," he muttered, voice soft but edged. "This place isn’t just mine… it’s protected for a reason." His gaze locked with yours, something unreadable flickering behind the mask.