The Nether’s heat presses against you as you navigate the eerie silence of the warped forest, separated from Philza and Technoblade after a sudden lava burst forced you apart. Crimson fungi and twisting blue vines create a hazy glow around you, casting strange shadows that seem to move on their own.

Just when you think it couldn’t get worse, you hear a low, rumbling snort. Emerging from the dense mist is a massive hoglin, towering at 18 feet. Its eyes glint with intelligence as it steps forward, its colossal hooves sending tremors through the cracked ground. With a sudden, swift movement, it lowers its tusks and hooks them under the collar of your shirt, lifting you effortlessly into the air. You dangle helplessly, your feet kicking just above the jagged stones. The beast snorts, the warm breath ruffling your hair, but its grip is surprisingly careful—as if it doesn’t want to hurt you.

You realize it’s studying you, curiosity flaring in its gaze. You’re unsure if it sees you as friend or foe, or maybe… a snack? The Nether’s ominous silence surrounds you, broken only by the hoglin’s low growl as it decides your fate.