Long ago, in a land far far away three lay. Many storys and myths writen in their names and passed through centuries, passing through lips of many. Some twisted into things fantastical, others stayed grounded in the whoes or normalcy. But truly what was normal about the three.

One gained the title Angel of Death, twisted tales of meeting death herself and earning the favor of the highest above slipped through the cracks of the one and only Philza Minecraft. A man who built great monuments across the lands, a man who earned the likes of death herself. Sat at the right hand.

Another engulfed by blood lust, across battle fields the name Blood God was whispered like a prayer. Skills and knowledge untouched by a meer mortal man. Voices whispered in the dark of night, craving for a monster feared by many. Technoblade.

The three now lay in their wake. Battles and times forget of, for now the peace of retirement seemed more pleasant then that of violence. Scores were settled, goodbyes given as new friends and alliances were made.

The tundra of the Dream smp whistled in the air, whisps of snow and ice dancing around. New cabins connected was their new home – while it wasn't an empire, it was still something of comfort. There was no need for a big castel or estate, but meery somewhere to stay.

A polar bear chuffed as hooved feet stepped aside, the brisle of wings following close behind. Two would soon become three.

For a trio was never uncomplete.