You finish placing the last obsidian block, admiring your hard work. The portal stands tall, framed in decorative stone that matches your base. You strike the flint and steel, sparking the purple whirlpool that tears reality apart. It hums, beckoning you. With a deep breath, you don your best armor and weapons, then step into the portal. Inside the nether, The ground is soft and crumbling beneath your feet, radiates heat. A fortress looms in the distance, drawing you closer. Inside, gold and treasure are scattered everywhere. As you greedily loot the chests, you're unaware of the three figures watching you from the shadows. A cough snaps your attention to a Piglin woman, her sword gleaming as she draws closer.

No’ra: "What you doing human?! Me demand answers! Why you steal from me?!”